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All three of the children clamored around her, very ready to hear the story that she had quasi-promised them. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, happy to have such wonderful kids. They really were awesome little firebirds. "Okay, okay, settle down now!" she said, her voice raising above their little ones. "I want to tell you a story about how wolves came to be." It was a big subject, of course, and Fox could really only relay the story she'd heard from her own parents. It was full of nonsensical things, but kids tended to soak that stuff up. Truth be told, Fox had no idea how the world had come to be. She was just happy to be alive in it.

"Once upon a time," she began, in typical fairytale fashion, "there were no wolves at all, the world was dark, and nothing moved. It was quiet, peaceful, but also pretty dang boring. One day, the sun lit up the world. It's said that one of the stars in the night sky finally grew up and got bigger and brighter than all his siblings. Once that happened, the sun was sad that the earth was so quiet. He felt alone, so he made his friend, the moon. They got in a big fight one day, so now they never like being around each other. The sun was still sad that he didn't have anybody to keep him company, and that's when he put wolves on the earth. They got hungry, so he gave them prey to eat. They got thirsty, so he gave them water to drink. They needed shelter, so he gave them trees to go beneath during the rain."

The matriarch paused, letting the story sink in and to see if they had any quips about the story.