Fiery was the fox's name. He was a very diverse Fox, able to speak all sorts of animal languages, but he didn't want to speak during the fighting after all, how do you fight and speak at the same time? He closed his eyes, silently grieving the loss of his cub.

Badger let out small pitful mews in his unconsciousness.

Fiery spoke, his voice loud and booming. "What do you call this?" he shouted in cat/wolf language. He pulled out another dead Fox cub. "And this?!"

Mack let out a breath. He's still breathing. Mack looked over at the fox.

Fox flicked her tail. she never killed anything

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blue flicked her tail before realizeing. that there was a faint scent of a wolf. "Wait this scent its from a hunting wolf."

The Fox drew back his mouth into an angry snarl. "My mate, She died the day she gave birth to These cubs, and they-- and the cave we're the only thing left of her. What wolf? They died of starvation, see how thin They are? Even you cant even tell," He snarled. But there was a faint scent. They were thin, though.

Mack stared at the fox. He mewed and stepped back. He didn't want to get hurt.

Fiery snapped at Fox and Blue as a warning. He flattened his ears, slinking back into his rightful den.

Mack sat up, staring at Badger.

Fox sighed. "Lets just go make a new den then." she looked at Mack and Badger. she smiled. "Don't worry."

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Blue looked at fox. "I can help you with that. or you could live with me in my cave?"