17th May 2025
In the heart of an ancient forest, the Ember Fox family lived among trees that whispered secrets older than time. "Tonight, we hunt as one!" Vesper, the wise mother, called to her kits. Her eyes sparkled like polished amber. Rune, the proud father, nodded, his tail flicking in agreement. Lark, the mischievous vixen, grinned, while Ash softly daydreamed, and Flint's fiery spirit danced in the autumn air.
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Their journey began at the Silver Stream, where water sparkled under the moon. Rune silently led the way, teaching Flint to stalk shadows. Lark darted ahead, chasing a firefly. Suddenly, a grand stag stepped into the clearing, its antlers crowned with ivy. The foxes froze, and Rune flicked his tail—a moment of peace. The stag bowed its head, then vanished into the mist.
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