Three babies were born
Max. Margret. And well May.
Max and margret always picked on may for being the runt AND not being a single wolf nor fox but she was a rare species called a wolfox. Her mother would always growl at her siblings if they made fun of her but. May of all children knew she had a chance. A chance at everything. A chance at living long. A chance at winning a fight between her and her siblings. And to survive through this.


