Post by dartharyx on Aug 28, 2011 21:26:52 GMT -5
A gold cross vixen fumed at herself and paced around in the cramped cage. Why had she gone in there after that stupid muskrat in the first place anyway? She had been full and the muskrat was three days old! She snarled at herself in anger. Foxes were supposed to be clever, not wander into cages after rotten prey when they were perfectly content! She ran against the wall of the wire cage and gekkered for help as loud as she could, calling for absolutely anyone to save her from this accursed box.