~|~ link ~|~ ~|~~|~ ~|~ My Story ~|~ Peace and quiet are the first two things you notice when you glance across a tree bordered meadow. The sun was just rising, casting golden light over the tree tops and slowly erasing the low laying layer of fog. In the distance a song bird breaks the silence, moving along you make your way through the meadow's knee high grass, before you get far you come across a tiny creek, no more then two feet across. Then you hear what sounds like something stirring in the grass behind you. Shaking it off as nothing you prepare to step over the little creek, before you do however you get the strange feeling you're being watched. Glancing over your shoulder you see your feeling was right- behind you, but off to your left, a vixen fox peers at you through vivid green eyes. *Good day, trespasser.* She says, in some form of greeting. *Trespasser? This land doesn't belong to anyone.* You retort, turning around to face her. *This is my territory, and I most certainly didn't invite you here.* She replys. *Who are you anyway?* You ask. *Tell me yours first.* More of a dare then a request. Slightly annoyed you state your name and ask once again what her's is. *My name is Flaussa.* Is her simple response. *You're a red fox, aren't you?* You inquiry more to fill the akward silence then by curiosity since you can easy tell she is, indeed, a red fox. With a dark red pelt color, near black markings that almost reach her elbows you'd have to be blind to ask such a question, Flaussa didn't take it that way however- *I most certainly am.* She answers as if flattered. *You just seem a little tall...* You say *Fox' can be completely different depending on where they're from, the terrian and so on.* She says. Before she finishes you notice she's wearing a necklace made out of a some sort of brown tie with a satiny sheen, hanging just above her lower chest a gold maple leaf pendent catches your eye. *That's a fine necklace you have.* You comment with a nod toward the ornament. *Thank you, it was my mothers.* She replys glancing down at it. *So, does your family live around here too?* You ask. *No, just me... fox's are loners, you know... don't you?* She says, eyeing you from head to toe. *No, I don't know much about fox's really.* You reply. *Oh, would you like me to tell you about my species?* She asks, her green eyes lighting up. You nod in reply. After finding a cozy spot on the grass next to Flaussa she begins, 'As I said before, us fox' are loners not to meantion very touchy about or territory. Throughout the spring and summer we eat a whole different set of things, from berries, to little bugs- pretty much anything we can find. You nod telling her to continue. So she continues, 'In the late fall and when winter sets in, when the berries and bugs can no longer be found, we hunt for mice, rabbits, birds, turtles, and eggs and what not. As for shelter, during the summer we seek shelter in open places such as in the grass or brush to rest, so we can watch out for predators. We only use dens during the winter months, when we have a litter of kits to tend to- *Kits?* You ask. *Kits are fox pups.* She explains. 'During this time, the mother stays in the den with them all the time, and the male brings her food. When the kits are about three months old, their parents bring mice back to the den so the youngsters can practice hunting and eating. After six months, the kits are fully grown. In October, they head out on their own, sometimes the daughter foxes will stay with the mother and help her raise the next litter of kits during the following spring.' She pauses a moment as if reviewing everything she's said. *I take it you decided to go off on your own?* You ask after a moment of silence. *Not really, by the time my siblings and I were old enough to go off on our own some hunters got the best of our mother...* She answers, rising to her feet she steps over to the narrow creek to take a drink. *I'm sorry, but what do you mean by hunters?* You ask *When I say hunters,* She begins raising her muzzle from the water, she pauses a moment and cocks her head to one side, *- I mean those people with their horses and blasted hounds, speaking of which I had best be on my way before they get the best of me.* Listening you hear the faint baying of hounds and what may be the sound of a horn or thrumpet. You turn to say good bye and find she's already gone, the only trace of her is a soft imprint of a paw in the mud at the creeks bank. *End*

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