Fox used to be a glorious and strong scout, with large muscles rippling through his pelt as he leaped from rock to rock, hunting down new territory and fighting competitors. He was looked up to by almost every wolf, and he even had good looks. Eventually Fox became the breeding male of the pack, and that only grew his popularity. Fox ended up having 17 pups, in which he was very proud of. Everyone expected Fox to be the next heir to the Feather Tribe. Nobody could have expected the fate that Fox would have.
When Fox reached the age of 6, he was out on an expedition where he contracted an unknown illness. The illness started off mild, but grew the more Fox kept exploring. Eventually the illness started to effect his energy, motivation, and hunger. Due to Fox not eating, he quickly grew weaker, and soon was at the point where he could no longer explore. Everyone in the Feather Tribe was filled with grief for their beloved Scout, and they preyed to their starry ancestors to heal their pack member. Fox is slowly waiting for his fate, and is beginning to wonder why his ancestors have not taken him yet. Had he done something wrong? Why has this become his fate?
Fox now lays in a shaded den, curled up in his moss bedding, waiting for the day where he will slowly drift off to a better place.
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