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A fox kit was no wolf pup, but it was a child all the same. Viskani could not help but love him. Since Tousaint had handed the quivering vulpes over to her, she had kept busy. Unspeaking, unwilling to pause. It would make you wonder of the nightmares that would result when she had her children in the spring.

Once again she returned to her den, now carrying a kestrel. She had promised to only feed the kit her scraps, but this certainly was not a meal intended for herself.

Faust was timid, but growing comfortable in Viskani's environment. He still bit, still had to be kept tied in Muskrat's vines - yet if all went well such things would be no more.

Settling down she began to pluck feathers from the bird just as she had for her sons, for she feared Faust would choke just as she had feared for them. The kit watched from the corner of the rocky den - hungry, impatient.