Blackfoot Forest that's just life

Grezig did not care about rain, especially not in the summer. She cared about food more than anything right now, and the smell of foxes, while disgusting, was at least a sign of something to hunt. She found a scent trail quickly and followed it to a fox’s den. This could get tricky and the mother fox was protecting kits, but she hadn’t moved them far enough back into the den, and so she was stuck in the opening, trying to defend herself from the wolf head that shoved its way inside.

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Grezig crunched down onto the bones of the mother fox, having silenced and eaten its kits already. Some would find this cruel. Grezig thought it would have been a much crueler fate to kill the mother and leave the kits to starve. At least with this relatively large meal, she would not starve. Perhaps she would stay in this forest for a time, with its overabundance of foxes. She could deal with the smell if a meal was this easy to come by.