Moss lept around happily in the snow. It was his first winter.

  mother, is this repeated every year?

  Indeed, Moss.

  So when I turn two it will come back?

  Indeed.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Yippee!

  another pair of foxes strolled down the path. The young vixen walking beside her mother curiously eyed Moss. The older fox sat down in the snow and encouraged her to go and meet Moss.

  who goes?

  Moonbeam, if you please.

  Greetings!

  Hello. And you?

  Mosskit! Pleased to make your acquaintance!

  Mutual.

  The kits played and the older foxes yipped and chatted about the news and happenings of the forest. Little did the kits know, this would be the last time they'd meet.

  Not attempting to rip each other's throats out, that is.

  HEY! It's out!

  Sorry it's so freakin' short lol