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..::Nao::..
His eyes fluttered open, he lifted his head up and glanced around a moment, he stifled a yawn as he got to his feet.
He shook out his pelt, then padded out of his den.
Glancing around the clearing as the first bit of dawn light lit up the ground.
A shiver ran down his spine, he wasnt expecting the cold this morning.
He yawned, and padded over to the few little scraps lefts known as the fresh kill pile. The pile at the moment was a few little mice and a squirrel.
Sighing as he reached it, he looked down at the sad looking pile. 'Already the prey is running low...' He thought to himself, he lifted his head to look at the sky, he then returned his gaze to the fresh kill pile and grabbed the smallest mouse in his jaws. He padded around the pile as was making his way back towards his den.
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~Fox Heart~
He lifted his head up and yawned, then lowered his head back down onto his paws. It was visibly evident that he was tired, for most of the night he had been watching the camp.
Rolling over onto his side, he stretched out.
He then quickly got to his paws, he could see how low the fresh kill poke was from his den.
Casually exiting his den, he began to trot across camp, his tail swaying behind him as he neared the camp barriers. Once he reached the barriers, he pushed his way through them, and into the forest.
He sniffed the air, and then began his hunt for the morning.
His eyes fluttered open, he lifted his head up and glanced around a moment, he stifled a yawn as he got to his feet.
He shook out his pelt, then padded out of his den.
Glancing around the clearing as the first bit of dawn light lit up the ground.
A shiver ran down his spine, he wasnt expecting the cold this morning.
He yawned, and padded over to the few little scraps lefts known as the fresh kill pile. The pile at the moment was a few little mice and a squirrel.
Sighing as he reached it, he looked down at the sad looking pile. 'Already the prey is running low...' He thought to himself, he lifted his head to look at the sky, he then returned his gaze to the fresh kill pile and grabbed the smallest mouse in his jaws. He padded around the pile as was making his way back towards his den.
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~Fox Heart~
He lifted his head up and yawned, then lowered his head back down onto his paws. It was visibly evident that he was tired, for most of the night he had been watching the camp.
Rolling over onto his side, he stretched out.
He then quickly got to his paws, he could see how low the fresh kill poke was from his den.
Casually exiting his den, he began to trot across camp, his tail swaying behind him as he neared the camp barriers. Once he reached the barriers, he pushed his way through them, and into the forest.
He sniffed the air, and then began his hunt for the morning.






