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For prey animals, spring is as much a time of danger as it is a time of growth and renewal. Overconfidence in the face of abundance is a mistake some prey only get to make once... as we shall see.
Spring was every fox’s favourite time of year. Plenty of grass to hide in, lots of breeding rodents to eat. The prospect of finding a mate was the only thing that kept him going in Winter, but Sen was bursting with energy when Spring rolled around. He patrolled his territory restlessly, searching for food to bring back for his mate. She was eating for, he guessed, eight at this point.
Instead of a meal, he caught the scent of another vixen. He was a bit alarmed, and intrigued. Most tods felt they couldn’t have enough vixens in their lives, after all. He forewent his hunting and tracked the irresistible scent of this new vixen.
Not just because he wanted to meet her, but because she was in terrible danger.
Her trail made a winding path through the woods, cutting through tall grass and over small streams. She must have been foraging for food, too. Finally he caught sight of her. She was a golden-furred vixen, and she walked with a considerable air of confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
“Um,” said Sen, “Hello?”
The vixen whipped around and faced him, crouched down in a defensive posture. She relaxed when she noticed he was male. “Oh, it’s a tod,” she said, “Well, I’m not looking for a mate, if that’s what you want. I’m just looking for some mice.”
“As it happens, I already got a mate. But ya’ can’t wander these woods by your lonesome! There’s a wolf with a taste for foxes ‘round here,” said Sen, “but I can probably convince ‘er to leave you alone if ya’ stick with me.”
The vixen cocked her head at Sen. “I’m sure there is. But I think I can handle myself. Why don’t you go take care of your own vixen, and leave me alone.”
Sen sighed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya’,” he called over his shoulder, as he walked away.
He was rather frustrated by his encounter, but he decided the best thing to do was exactly as she had suggested: Find some food. His mate, Pim, was expecting lunch, and he intended to deliver.
Frond the mouse felt like she was having a good spring. She had found a nice hollow tree to hide out in, and there were grass seeds and flower buds in abundance to eat. All the Winter’s snow had melted away, so she didn’t have to worry about a fox diving down through the snow to snap her up. She had certainly lost enough siblings that way.
She had spent the last couple of hours foraging for food, and was quite full from the bounty of spring. She was looking forward to retiring in her lair. Nice and dark and safe. Or so she thought.
Frond didn’t see the pair of twinkling blue eyes watching the mouse make her way into her hideout. Nor did she hear the silent footsteps slowly approaching her home. She certainly smelled the fox, though.
Yes, smelled his breath as his head breached her sanctum. She didn’t think a fox could fit their head in that tiny hollow, but they’re smaller than they look under all that fluff. She threw herself back against the wall of the hollow, but the fox kept wriggling his way closer and closer to her. She stared right down his throat as he pushed himself further in, slowly.
It wasn’t a view any mouse liked to see. The fox’s salivating maw looked like a bottomless abyss to her. Beyond his tongue and wicked teeth, she could see the darkness of his throat. Exactly where she’d be going if she couldn’t find a way out of this.
The fox grunted in frustration as he forced himself further in. Before long, he was close enough that his tongue caressed Frond’s nose, even as she flattened herself against the back wall. There was nowhere to run. The hollow trunk that Frond thought made her safe had become a deadly trap she could not escape.
She hoped against hope that the fox would stop, that he’d get stuck and have to withdraw. He was a tenacious one, though. With one final shove, he pushed his nose all the way into the cavity. Frond was now standing between the foxes jaws, the beast’s warm breath rushing past her as he panted. He must have exhausted himself pushing in.
He wouldn’t be leaving without his prize, however. He snapped his jaws shut and wriggled his way out. Frond was plunged into near total darkness, though she could see a little light entering between the fox’s lips. With some difficulty, the fox managed to free himself. Frond felt a sudden rush of wind, and light all around her. Was she free? Would she escape?
She wasn’t so lucky. Below her, she could see the fox’s maw rushing towards her once again, as she fell into it. The fox had tossed her in the air! The darkness of the fox’s throat enveloped her instantly. She squeaked helplessly as she felt the beast’s throat muscles tighten around her. Before long, though, she stopped. There was something big and fuzzy in the way.
“H-hello?” she called, “Help… help me!”
The creature in front of her groaned. “Not exactly in a position t’ do that, miss,” he said. Judging by his voice, she guessed he was a rat.
“Are we in the stomach? I thought it’d be… wetter,” said Frond.
“We ain’t in the stomach, that’s all I know,” said the rat. He grunted again. “Listen, we gotta get outta here the first chance we get.”
“It’s too slippery!” said Frond, “I can’t get back up!”
“Just wait… wait fer the right moment, miss,” said the rat, “We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, have we?”
Pressed against the rat’s fuzzy behind, Frond waited. The two of them said nothing to each other. Under normal circumstances, rats and mice were wary of one another at best. And what was there to say when you were most likely moments away from death? Making matters even worse, she couldn’t shake the feeling this awful fox was very pleased with himself. He walked with a deliberate, triumphant gait. How frustrating!
Eventually, the fox stopped walking. “Pimmy, I’m back!” he somehow managed to say with a throat full of rodents, “I’ve got somethin’ good for ya’!”
The world tilted as the fox lowered his head. “Now’s our chance!” exclaimed the rat. Before Frond could say a word, she found herself being pushed back up the fox’s throat by his sizable behind. In moments she emerged from the fox’s mouth… which was pointing directly downwards.
Frond managed to grab onto one of the fox’s teeth to stop her fall. The rat wasn’t quite so agile. With a cry of “Gaaah!” he slid right out of the fox’s throat. Down he fell… right into the open maw of another fox. She was lying on the floor of the foxes’ den, with her mouth open, ready to catch any falling rodents.
The tod’s dedication to his vixen would have been touching if it wasn’t threatening to kill poor Frond. All she could do was watch as the rat plopped into the back of the vixen’s throat. He squeaked and tried to scrabble his way back out, but the vixen clamped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. All that was left was the rat’s pink tail, trailing out of her throat. It slid down quickly, until it too had disappeared.
Distracted as Frond was by the rat’s gruesome fate, she didn’t notice the fox’s tongue coming to dislodge her. One wet slap and she lost her grip. She flailed and squeaked as she fell helplessly. This was the third time today she had seen a fox’s deadly throat rushing towards her, and she had a sick feeling it would be the last.
Frond fell right between the vixen’s jaws and landed with a wet slap at the back of her throat. The vixen clamped her jaws shut immediately, and the fleshy terrain under Frond’s feet began to shift. The mouse squeaked helplessly and slid down into the vixen’s throat. She tried desperately to squirm free, but she was squeezed on all sides by the vixen’s esophagus.
Frond was at least pushed into the vixen’s stomach. The caustic gastric juices set about breaking down the hapless rodent immediately. Before she passed out, she heard the rat one last time: “Sh… Shoulda’ stayed in bed… this morning...”
“A rat AND a mouse,” said Pim, “You really know how to treat a vixen, Sen.”
“You know it!” he said, “An’…” He was interrupted by an ear-piercing shriek from somewhere outside the den. His fur stood on end. It was the unmistakable voice of a fox… a fox in trouble.
“What was THAT?” asked Pim.
“Oh no,” said Sen, “I met a vixen earlier. I told ‘er to leave, but she didn’t listen. I think she mighta met… Des.”
“If that’s the case, she’s done for,” said Pim “Why don’t you just stay in here where it’s safe?”
“I- I hafta see if I can help ‘er,” said Sen. Pim looked at him wearily. “Just for friendly reasons, a’ course. You’re the only vixen for me!” Pim sighed and waved Sen out of the den.
Sen followed his ears to find the source of the ruckus outside. It didn’t take him long to find the vixen. She was squirming helplessly under the paws of a large, purplish wolf. That would be Des.
The vixen looked over at Sen, with an expression full of panic. “Help! Please, she’s going to eat me!”
“Des!” cried Sen, “What’d I tell ya’ ‘bout eatin’ foxes? ‘Specially vixens?”
Des licked her lips. “I believe you said ‘don’t let me find out you’ve eaten any vixens,’ right? Well, if you wouldn’t stick your nose in my business, you wouldn’t find out.”
“C’mon, Des. There’s plenty a’ other stuff you can eat,” Sen said, as he approached the two of them. “Now, why don’t ya’ let our hapless lil’ vixen go an’…”
Des snapped at him suddenly. “Listen, Sen, I’m not leaving without at least one fox in my belly! We can make it two if you keep bothering me. You know better to get between a wolf and her meal.”
“Please, help me,” whimpered the vixen, “I… I…”
“You don’t have a mate, or kits. I’d smell them,” said Des, “I might consider letting you go if you did, I mean, more foxes to eat in the future, right?” Des was salivating profusely. Drool was dribbling out of her maw, coating the vixen before she even entered the wolf’s jaws. “But you, I think the best place for you is right in here,” she said, Opening her mouth wide and moving towards her prey.
The vixen yelped in fear when the wolf’s maw approached. “Help!” she cried, “She’s going to- mmmph!” Des shoved the vixen’s entire head into her mouth and closed her jaws. The vixen squirmed to try and free herself, but Des’s huge feet kept her firmly pinned to the ground.
Sen knew he ought to be horrified by what he was watching, and he was. But he also felt a certain fascination. He was utterly transfixed by the display before him, and he couldn’t look away.
He had an unpleasant feeling he was looking into his own future.
For the sake of Pim, though, he had to end today outside of Des’s belly. He could only watch as Des jammed the vixen further into her mouth. The vixen’s head slid into Des’s throat , causing it to bulge. Des’s jaws opened wide and she pushed the vixen’s shoulders into her gullet. Streams of drool rushed out of Des’s open mouth and soaked the vixen’s fur.
Sen could still hear muffled whimpers from the bulge traveling further down Des’s throat. The vixen was shoved into the wolf’s mouth up to her waist now. With a little effort, Des tossed her head back. She hefted the vixen’s hindquarters into the air, so she could better envelop the fox with the help of gravity. The vixen’s legs and tail thrashed helplessly while Des continued engulfing her. She put up as good a fight as she could, but Sen knew her fate was sealed the moment Des pinned her to the ground.
Des swallowed hard to draw her meal all the way in. Before long, only the fox’s legs and tail were sticking out. Another gulp, and All Sen could see was the vixen’s paws and the tip of her tail. With one last, big gulp, those were gone too. All that was left of the vixen was a bulge in Des’s throat, squirming and whimpering.
Des apparently wanted to savour the feeling of the wriggling prey in her esophagus. She held the vixen there, licking her lips and looking down at Sen with a predatory grin on her face. There was no mistaking the message she was sending. She could easily do this to Sen, as well, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had no doubt one day she would.
That was the life of a fox. He was a hunter, the terror of rodents everywhere. But if he wasn’t careful he, like this vixen, would find himself the prey. He had formed a sort of friendship with Des, but she was still a wolf. He knew he ought to be horrified by the thought, but he couldn’t help but feel a sort of fascination with the prospect of experiencing what his own prey went through. The thought of it gave him a tingling sensation in his chest.
After a couple of minutes, the vixen’s struggle died down. She had either exhausted herself, or accepted the inevitable. Des leaned her head back and continued swallowing her prey. Gradually the bulge disappeared into Des’s chest, and reappeared in her stomach. She was quite rotund with an entire fox in there.
“Well, that was refreshing!” said Des, “Why don’t I walk you home, Sen?” He knew better than to object.
The two of them set out back to Sen’s den. “I didn’t even get ‘er name,” said Sen glumly as they walked together.
“It doesn’t exactly matter,” said Des, “Soon she’ll be a hairball in my stomach. How’s your little lady doing, by the way?”
Sen didn’t feel like making conversation at the moment, but he figured he should humor her. “She’s… great. Full a’ kits. Kits who need a father.”
“Mmm hmm,” said Des, “I suppose they’ll have one as long as you behave yourself.”
“...Right,” said Sen. He could hear Des’s belly sloshing around. It was bulging from her meal, and swayed back and forth as she walked. Her stomach groaned and growled as it went to work on her latest meal.
Sen wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he could hear a distant, muffled voice. “Help… Me… Someone… Help...”
Pim heard the two sets of footsteps as they approached the mouth of her den. She hoped it meant Des had decided not to eat Sen today. Sure enough, Sen quickly made his way into the den. He didn’t look happy.
“I take it there’s one less fox in the forest today,” said Pim. Sen nodded in response. “That’s mighty unfortunate. But at least it wasn’t you this time.”
Sen sighed. “It’s a cruel forest,” he said, “Still, I s’pose if there were too many foxes ‘round, we’d run outta food. I’d… I’d honestly rather BE food than starve to death. At least it’s over quick.”
“That’s right,” said Des, from outside. She was mercifully too large to enter the foxes’ private quarters. “I have to look out for you guys. The more kits you have, the more foxes I get to eat later!”
Sen groaned. “That’s heartening,” he said.
Pim wasn’t fond of this wolf, probably even less so than Sen. But like him, what could she do? It was better to be on her good side than in her belly.
“It’s been a long day, Sen,” said Pim. She sidled up to her tod. “We’ll both live to see tomorrow. Why don’t you keep your mate warm until then?”
The forest could be cruel, but it could be kind, too. The peril made good times like this feel all the better. The two foxes curled up together, and Sen tried to keep his mind on the vixen in his life who mattered.
Spring was every fox’s favourite time of year. Plenty of grass to hide in, lots of breeding rodents to eat. The prospect of finding a mate was the only thing that kept him going in Winter, but Sen was bursting with energy when Spring rolled around. He patrolled his territory restlessly, searching for food to bring back for his mate. She was eating for, he guessed, eight at this point.
Instead of a meal, he caught the scent of another vixen. He was a bit alarmed, and intrigued. Most tods felt they couldn’t have enough vixens in their lives, after all. He forewent his hunting and tracked the irresistible scent of this new vixen.
Not just because he wanted to meet her, but because she was in terrible danger.
Her trail made a winding path through the woods, cutting through tall grass and over small streams. She must have been foraging for food, too. Finally he caught sight of her. She was a golden-furred vixen, and she walked with a considerable air of confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
“Um,” said Sen, “Hello?”
The vixen whipped around and faced him, crouched down in a defensive posture. She relaxed when she noticed he was male. “Oh, it’s a tod,” she said, “Well, I’m not looking for a mate, if that’s what you want. I’m just looking for some mice.”
“As it happens, I already got a mate. But ya’ can’t wander these woods by your lonesome! There’s a wolf with a taste for foxes ‘round here,” said Sen, “but I can probably convince ‘er to leave you alone if ya’ stick with me.”
The vixen cocked her head at Sen. “I’m sure there is. But I think I can handle myself. Why don’t you go take care of your own vixen, and leave me alone.”
Sen sighed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya’,” he called over his shoulder, as he walked away.
He was rather frustrated by his encounter, but he decided the best thing to do was exactly as she had suggested: Find some food. His mate, Pim, was expecting lunch, and he intended to deliver.
Frond the mouse felt like she was having a good spring. She had found a nice hollow tree to hide out in, and there were grass seeds and flower buds in abundance to eat. All the Winter’s snow had melted away, so she didn’t have to worry about a fox diving down through the snow to snap her up. She had certainly lost enough siblings that way.
She had spent the last couple of hours foraging for food, and was quite full from the bounty of spring. She was looking forward to retiring in her lair. Nice and dark and safe. Or so she thought.
Frond didn’t see the pair of twinkling blue eyes watching the mouse make her way into her hideout. Nor did she hear the silent footsteps slowly approaching her home. She certainly smelled the fox, though.
Yes, smelled his breath as his head breached her sanctum. She didn’t think a fox could fit their head in that tiny hollow, but they’re smaller than they look under all that fluff. She threw herself back against the wall of the hollow, but the fox kept wriggling his way closer and closer to her. She stared right down his throat as he pushed himself further in, slowly.
It wasn’t a view any mouse liked to see. The fox’s salivating maw looked like a bottomless abyss to her. Beyond his tongue and wicked teeth, she could see the darkness of his throat. Exactly where she’d be going if she couldn’t find a way out of this.
The fox grunted in frustration as he forced himself further in. Before long, he was close enough that his tongue caressed Frond’s nose, even as she flattened herself against the back wall. There was nowhere to run. The hollow trunk that Frond thought made her safe had become a deadly trap she could not escape.
She hoped against hope that the fox would stop, that he’d get stuck and have to withdraw. He was a tenacious one, though. With one final shove, he pushed his nose all the way into the cavity. Frond was now standing between the foxes jaws, the beast’s warm breath rushing past her as he panted. He must have exhausted himself pushing in.
He wouldn’t be leaving without his prize, however. He snapped his jaws shut and wriggled his way out. Frond was plunged into near total darkness, though she could see a little light entering between the fox’s lips. With some difficulty, the fox managed to free himself. Frond felt a sudden rush of wind, and light all around her. Was she free? Would she escape?
She wasn’t so lucky. Below her, she could see the fox’s maw rushing towards her once again, as she fell into it. The fox had tossed her in the air! The darkness of the fox’s throat enveloped her instantly. She squeaked helplessly as she felt the beast’s throat muscles tighten around her. Before long, though, she stopped. There was something big and fuzzy in the way.
“H-hello?” she called, “Help… help me!”
The creature in front of her groaned. “Not exactly in a position t’ do that, miss,” he said. Judging by his voice, she guessed he was a rat.
“Are we in the stomach? I thought it’d be… wetter,” said Frond.
“We ain’t in the stomach, that’s all I know,” said the rat. He grunted again. “Listen, we gotta get outta here the first chance we get.”
“It’s too slippery!” said Frond, “I can’t get back up!”
“Just wait… wait fer the right moment, miss,” said the rat, “We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, have we?”
Pressed against the rat’s fuzzy behind, Frond waited. The two of them said nothing to each other. Under normal circumstances, rats and mice were wary of one another at best. And what was there to say when you were most likely moments away from death? Making matters even worse, she couldn’t shake the feeling this awful fox was very pleased with himself. He walked with a deliberate, triumphant gait. How frustrating!
Eventually, the fox stopped walking. “Pimmy, I’m back!” he somehow managed to say with a throat full of rodents, “I’ve got somethin’ good for ya’!”
The world tilted as the fox lowered his head. “Now’s our chance!” exclaimed the rat. Before Frond could say a word, she found herself being pushed back up the fox’s throat by his sizable behind. In moments she emerged from the fox’s mouth… which was pointing directly downwards.
Frond managed to grab onto one of the fox’s teeth to stop her fall. The rat wasn’t quite so agile. With a cry of “Gaaah!” he slid right out of the fox’s throat. Down he fell… right into the open maw of another fox. She was lying on the floor of the foxes’ den, with her mouth open, ready to catch any falling rodents.
The tod’s dedication to his vixen would have been touching if it wasn’t threatening to kill poor Frond. All she could do was watch as the rat plopped into the back of the vixen’s throat. He squeaked and tried to scrabble his way back out, but the vixen clamped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. All that was left was the rat’s pink tail, trailing out of her throat. It slid down quickly, until it too had disappeared.
Distracted as Frond was by the rat’s gruesome fate, she didn’t notice the fox’s tongue coming to dislodge her. One wet slap and she lost her grip. She flailed and squeaked as she fell helplessly. This was the third time today she had seen a fox’s deadly throat rushing towards her, and she had a sick feeling it would be the last.
Frond fell right between the vixen’s jaws and landed with a wet slap at the back of her throat. The vixen clamped her jaws shut immediately, and the fleshy terrain under Frond’s feet began to shift. The mouse squeaked helplessly and slid down into the vixen’s throat. She tried desperately to squirm free, but she was squeezed on all sides by the vixen’s esophagus.
Frond was at least pushed into the vixen’s stomach. The caustic gastric juices set about breaking down the hapless rodent immediately. Before she passed out, she heard the rat one last time: “Sh… Shoulda’ stayed in bed… this morning...”
“A rat AND a mouse,” said Pim, “You really know how to treat a vixen, Sen.”
“You know it!” he said, “An’…” He was interrupted by an ear-piercing shriek from somewhere outside the den. His fur stood on end. It was the unmistakable voice of a fox… a fox in trouble.
“What was THAT?” asked Pim.
“Oh no,” said Sen, “I met a vixen earlier. I told ‘er to leave, but she didn’t listen. I think she mighta met… Des.”
“If that’s the case, she’s done for,” said Pim “Why don’t you just stay in here where it’s safe?”
“I- I hafta see if I can help ‘er,” said Sen. Pim looked at him wearily. “Just for friendly reasons, a’ course. You’re the only vixen for me!” Pim sighed and waved Sen out of the den.
Sen followed his ears to find the source of the ruckus outside. It didn’t take him long to find the vixen. She was squirming helplessly under the paws of a large, purplish wolf. That would be Des.
The vixen looked over at Sen, with an expression full of panic. “Help! Please, she’s going to eat me!”
“Des!” cried Sen, “What’d I tell ya’ ‘bout eatin’ foxes? ‘Specially vixens?”
Des licked her lips. “I believe you said ‘don’t let me find out you’ve eaten any vixens,’ right? Well, if you wouldn’t stick your nose in my business, you wouldn’t find out.”
“C’mon, Des. There’s plenty a’ other stuff you can eat,” Sen said, as he approached the two of them. “Now, why don’t ya’ let our hapless lil’ vixen go an’…”
Des snapped at him suddenly. “Listen, Sen, I’m not leaving without at least one fox in my belly! We can make it two if you keep bothering me. You know better to get between a wolf and her meal.”
“Please, help me,” whimpered the vixen, “I… I…”
“You don’t have a mate, or kits. I’d smell them,” said Des, “I might consider letting you go if you did, I mean, more foxes to eat in the future, right?” Des was salivating profusely. Drool was dribbling out of her maw, coating the vixen before she even entered the wolf’s jaws. “But you, I think the best place for you is right in here,” she said, Opening her mouth wide and moving towards her prey.
The vixen yelped in fear when the wolf’s maw approached. “Help!” she cried, “She’s going to- mmmph!” Des shoved the vixen’s entire head into her mouth and closed her jaws. The vixen squirmed to try and free herself, but Des’s huge feet kept her firmly pinned to the ground.
Sen knew he ought to be horrified by what he was watching, and he was. But he also felt a certain fascination. He was utterly transfixed by the display before him, and he couldn’t look away.
He had an unpleasant feeling he was looking into his own future.
For the sake of Pim, though, he had to end today outside of Des’s belly. He could only watch as Des jammed the vixen further into her mouth. The vixen’s head slid into Des’s throat , causing it to bulge. Des’s jaws opened wide and she pushed the vixen’s shoulders into her gullet. Streams of drool rushed out of Des’s open mouth and soaked the vixen’s fur.
Sen could still hear muffled whimpers from the bulge traveling further down Des’s throat. The vixen was shoved into the wolf’s mouth up to her waist now. With a little effort, Des tossed her head back. She hefted the vixen’s hindquarters into the air, so she could better envelop the fox with the help of gravity. The vixen’s legs and tail thrashed helplessly while Des continued engulfing her. She put up as good a fight as she could, but Sen knew her fate was sealed the moment Des pinned her to the ground.
Des swallowed hard to draw her meal all the way in. Before long, only the fox’s legs and tail were sticking out. Another gulp, and All Sen could see was the vixen’s paws and the tip of her tail. With one last, big gulp, those were gone too. All that was left of the vixen was a bulge in Des’s throat, squirming and whimpering.
Des apparently wanted to savour the feeling of the wriggling prey in her esophagus. She held the vixen there, licking her lips and looking down at Sen with a predatory grin on her face. There was no mistaking the message she was sending. She could easily do this to Sen, as well, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had no doubt one day she would.
That was the life of a fox. He was a hunter, the terror of rodents everywhere. But if he wasn’t careful he, like this vixen, would find himself the prey. He had formed a sort of friendship with Des, but she was still a wolf. He knew he ought to be horrified by the thought, but he couldn’t help but feel a sort of fascination with the prospect of experiencing what his own prey went through. The thought of it gave him a tingling sensation in his chest.
After a couple of minutes, the vixen’s struggle died down. She had either exhausted herself, or accepted the inevitable. Des leaned her head back and continued swallowing her prey. Gradually the bulge disappeared into Des’s chest, and reappeared in her stomach. She was quite rotund with an entire fox in there.
“Well, that was refreshing!” said Des, “Why don’t I walk you home, Sen?” He knew better than to object.
The two of them set out back to Sen’s den. “I didn’t even get ‘er name,” said Sen glumly as they walked together.
“It doesn’t exactly matter,” said Des, “Soon she’ll be a hairball in my stomach. How’s your little lady doing, by the way?”
Sen didn’t feel like making conversation at the moment, but he figured he should humor her. “She’s… great. Full a’ kits. Kits who need a father.”
“Mmm hmm,” said Des, “I suppose they’ll have one as long as you behave yourself.”
“...Right,” said Sen. He could hear Des’s belly sloshing around. It was bulging from her meal, and swayed back and forth as she walked. Her stomach groaned and growled as it went to work on her latest meal.
Sen wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he could hear a distant, muffled voice. “Help… Me… Someone… Help...”
Pim heard the two sets of footsteps as they approached the mouth of her den. She hoped it meant Des had decided not to eat Sen today. Sure enough, Sen quickly made his way into the den. He didn’t look happy.
“I take it there’s one less fox in the forest today,” said Pim. Sen nodded in response. “That’s mighty unfortunate. But at least it wasn’t you this time.”
Sen sighed. “It’s a cruel forest,” he said, “Still, I s’pose if there were too many foxes ‘round, we’d run outta food. I’d… I’d honestly rather BE food than starve to death. At least it’s over quick.”
“That’s right,” said Des, from outside. She was mercifully too large to enter the foxes’ private quarters. “I have to look out for you guys. The more kits you have, the more foxes I get to eat later!”
Sen groaned. “That’s heartening,” he said.
Pim wasn’t fond of this wolf, probably even less so than Sen. But like him, what could she do? It was better to be on her good side than in her belly.
“It’s been a long day, Sen,” said Pim. She sidled up to her tod. “We’ll both live to see tomorrow. Why don’t you keep your mate warm until then?”
The forest could be cruel, but it could be kind, too. The peril made good times like this feel all the better. The two foxes curled up together, and Sen tried to keep his mind on the vixen in his life who mattered.
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