In a den a couple meters from the edge of the forest, in the great meadow, a joyous event occurs. A new kit takes its first breath. ☆.??.☆

  the grey, fleshy lump wriggles as its mother licks it.

  Stolen story; please report.

  And what to call him?

  the elder fox looms over with a tired look in her eyes.

  Moss. After his father.

  the new mother busies herself with cleaning one of Moss's siblings.

  Unbeknownst to Moss, he carried the name of a great warrior. And he was expected to be just as great as the fox who came before him.