The Child, The Foxes, and the City
The Child, The Foxes, and the City
"...Yip?"
Gently nudging her fox brother, the small child whined, a low, anxious sound in her throat. The older fox blinked heavy eyes, offering a weak lick to her cheek before his head dropped back down. Panicking now, the child shoved against his side, trying desperately to push him up. Food had been harder and harder to find for weeks, she was glad she finished their small hut that she built for days, but her brother was growing colder by the day even then...
Huffing a breath of defeat, she scrambled up and crawled out through the entrance of the hut. The moment she got out, the rest of her fox family ran around her, tails low and ears moving nervously. At least the shelter was finally finished- even if building it had been a nightmare! Those weird green creatures she'd tried to bite tasted awful, and they had a nasty habit of going boom around her- The gray ones weren't much better, though she had to admit they made funny poof clouds when she bit them.
Tilting her head, she let out a sharp howl, then pointing a small finger toward the silhouette of the city looming in the distance. The eldest fox immediately protested, letting out a growl that warned of the roaring metal beasts and giants that lived there. Shaking her head quite aggressively, the child dropped to her knees, pointing back toward the the hut where her brother lay weak and shivering. She whined- They couldn't just stay here and wait for nothing. She was older now! She wasn't a baby anymore- She could find them food!
Hesitantly, eldest fox finally let out a reluctant huff and relented. Grabbing the end of her tattered scarf in its jaws, it gave a firm tug- A warning to come straight back to them if things got dangerous. With a happy yip, the child scrambled back up to her feet, flashing a determined grin before bracing herself and turning toward the metal city...