Username: GotSalt?
Fox Name: Tiberius
Story: Nothing is ever what it seems. Thought an oddly marked Reynard, or male, fox as he walked through the mud. He didn't look like most foxes his age, something that has brought him many great troubles in his time. That was because he wasn't a normal fox. Tiberius is a rare Long Legged Fox. In his five years of life, he had only met one other LLF and that had been his father.
Tiberius growled as his paws stuck in the mud. That stupid fawn had brought him to this place. Now it was leaping out of the mud and back to it's mother, it's long legs plastered with brown mud, while it's hunter stayed stuck. A loud howl echoed through the forest and his head and ears snapped up. "Great! Come on," Tiberius was starting to panic. Foxes and wolves didn't get on together to well. He didn't want to repeat what happened last month.
With a great sucking noise, he got his last paw out of the mud and onto dry ground. Without waiting, he turned away from the swamp and loped into the forest. After he felt he had gone far enough away from the death trap, Tiberius stopped and sat down with his tongue out as he panted. The sun was beginning to sick below the horizon and night predators would soon be out. He would wash the mud and other muck from his fur at dawn. Using his nose more than sight, he found a small hollow in the roots of an old ash tree and wiggled in. Tiberius rested his paws on his head and watched as the first stars began to twinkle in the quickly darkening sky. "Good night." He mumbled to himself and to the stars and closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the abnormal world of his dreams.