Prologue
A group of around six foxes were walking in the forest. The biggest one looked muscular and his tail waved as he walked. The other foxes followed him. A small fox pounced on a mouse and bought it to the big one. He snatched it out of the small one's mouth and ate it in one bite. The small one cowered behind him. "This is fine." he announced as they settled in a snowy clearing. "We'll pass many generations here. And if any of those two-legged monsters come to do anything to us, we'll give them a piece of our minds."







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