[glow=black,2,300]The small fennec fox was trotting along rather quickly, shivering as the winds of winter still blew around in the air. But there was also a new new scent, the scent of many creatures. The pup would have no idea that some other group would live here, but thought at least she would try to make the best of her current situation.
The pup had been raised in some sort of home, taken away from her mother when she was born. She had no clue on why, although she summed it up that maybe she was sick. All she could remember was that her owners took care of her, until one day they left her with someone else. The fennec fox didn't want her original people to leave her, and it seemed that they were not coming back.
The new owner was cruel to her, beating her if she accidentally did some business on the floor. Eventually, she was able to escape her holder's home, and wander the world alone. She had faced death many times, her most recent facing some sort of black and white creature, but at least she tried to stay positive.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" The pup called, shuffling her paws. She hoped that whoever was around would be friendly. But with her story so far, she had little hope. But then again, she had heard that there was no point in living if you didn't have hope.[/glow]