Chapter 1: Mother
I carefully licked clean my new born babies, waiting impatiently for their eyes to open. One of them, with a shining black coat began to squirm, and I lowered my head to see if the baby’s eyes were open or not. Slowly, they began to flicker open, and I caught a glance of a dazzling green color.
“There, there,” I whispered, rubbing my head as gently as I could against the cub. The small fox began to make a small mewing sound, asking for food as two others began to fidget around. The smallest of the four lay still, and I carefully nudged it with my muzzle. In the distance, I could hear a coyote howl, and I looked around for the predator, wrapping my tail protectively around the young ones. I didn't realize at that moment that the coyote had made its way down the close hill and was hiding in some nearby bushes.
Suddenly a sharp bark startled me as the predator soared out of its hiding spot, eying my cubs. I growled at him, hoping he’d back off, but he knew I was too weak to fight back. He growled in return and bolted forward. Before he could reach me, another red fox, with a black coat, shoved him over and barked viciously, clawing at him.
“Cole!” I shouted, recognizing the father fox. He turned to look at me, and the coyote took his chance. With a thunderous growl, he bit Cole’s neck hard. Blood gushed out of the wound that covered more than half of his neck. With an earsplitting yelp Cole fell next to my fox hole, gone. The coyote grabbed Cole, shook him a few times, and then focused on me and my cubs. He lunged forward, grabbed the nearest, and only boy cub, then suddenly looked scared and ran off as more foxes charged.
“NO! My baby!” I screamed, but I was too weak to stand up. I only barked after the coyote, even though I knew it was no use.
A young female fox poked her head in and asked quietly, “Are you okay?” I nodded, but sniffled, knowing that I would never get my cub back again. “I’m sorry about your cub madam.” the little vixen continued. “My sister got stolen by an eagle because she ran away after she learned to run.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m June. I can play with your cubs when they get older and watch them for you when you’re gone.”
“Thank you for offering June.”
After June left, fox mothers swarmed my fox hole, asking questions, until finally, a father shooed them away, so I could focus on my cubs.
I loved hearing what it's like to be a mother fox. You are a very good writer. I only saw one error. When it says, “I’m sorry about your cub madam.” the little vixen continued, you should put commas around the word madam. Besides that it looked good to me.
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