The Silver Fox's Lament
Once, these woods had been alive with sound—the silent pawsteps of bodies moving quickly through the underbrush, childish growls of play, and the lush, sweet sound of a pack. But time is a cruel predator, and as the world beyond the woods grew more raucous and greedy, the pack dwindled. The humans arrived with their roads, their machines and their ceaseless hunger for more. The Silver Fox had seen them cut down trees and drain rivers, actions erasing the only world he had ever known.
