Foxes are a' coming

The wind swept by, ruffling the dark canines fur. Her eyes were closed, her paws resting on a small slate made of granite. She opened her deep, black eyes and swiveled her head.

Crunch.

She turned back to the slate sadly. This of course, was the end. The prophecy had come true .She stood up, wobbling, and slowly padded over to the green brush, where the sound had originated from. She knew she must fulfill this prophecy, even though that meant leaving her pup alone, forever.

As she continued to the bush, she swore she had heard whispers, all around her.

She reached the tangled greenery, and let out a small growl, so that whatever was lurking in the shadows knew that she was ready. Ready for what, you ask? Oh... ready for something terrible.

The small pup, walked across the empty space next to the green, tangled greenery, looking for his mother...

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That was the prolouge, watch out for more this week!