Whiteheart- a young expecting Arctic vixen with yellow eyes
Snowstorm- An Arctic Fox todd with piercing blue eyes
The black dog- A Siberian Husky with pure black fur with blue eyes
Deep in the forest of Alaska, there was an expecting Arctic vixen. She was waiting outside her burrow for her mate, Snowstorm, to return from his hunt.
What she didn't know was there was a vicious dog that had gotten away from it's Nofurs and was following her scent not far away. Oblivious, she went to the stream and drank.
'Snap'
The vixen's head shot straight up. She looked around and started scenting the air, trying to locate where the sound came from. The Arctic Fox was upwind from the dog, so she couldn't pick up it's scent, as it stared at her with hungry eyes. The dog was about to jump on her and for surely kill her.
"Whiteheart! LOOK OUT!"
Whiteheart whipped her head around and saw her mate rush at the something in the bushes. Then, the vixen notice the dog for the first time. The dog had deep blue eyes, gray and white fur, and very sharp, dripping fangs.
Whiteheart was terrified, but before she could do anything the dog jumped on her! It was about to bite at her throat, when Snowstorm ripped the dog off Whiteheart and bit down hard on it's leg. The dog hurled around and took Snowstorm's head in it's jaws, killing Snowstorm almost instantly as it crushed his skull!
Whiteheart, who was watching in horror, ran away at top speed deep into the forest. She thought she heard the dog running after her, but she didn't stop to find out. Whiteheart didn't stop until she reached the end of the forest. Still afraid if the dog was following her, Whiteheart climbed a tree. Climbing the tree proved to be quite difficult for her, due to her pregnancy, but she managed to scramble onto a high enough branch. She lied there, remembing the horrible scene of the dog chewing on Snowstorm's head.
Sunrise
Finally, after hours of lying on the branch, Whiteheart climbed down hesitantly. She couldn't the dog attack out of her head! Everywhere she looked, she expected the dog to be there and attack her. Whiteheart started to slowly walk her way back home. The vixen turned her head at every snap of a branch, every sound that came from behind her.
When she reached her burrow, Whiteheart looked around for her mate, expecting him to run back to her and wrap his bushy tail around her, then tell her everything is going be okay. But he never came.
Upset and scared, Whiteheart crawled into her burrow and layed down. She wanted more than anything for Snowstorm to curl up around her, like he always did. The memory of Snowstorm having his head in the jaws of the vicious dog replayed in Whiteheart's mind again and again.
She knew that, with a heavy heart, she had to accept that there was no way Snowstorm could have survived that deadly bite to the head. That the fox that she loved and cared about so much, the fox that protected her and cared for her when times were bad, the fox that had been her mate for so long, the fox that she wanted to start a family with, was dead.
Whiteheart crawled back out of the burrow and looked at the sky. She hoped that Snowstorm was happy in Foxstar and watching over her. She smiled as remembered when Snowstorm asked her to be his mate, promising to look after her and protect her from anything that could harm her. That was the happiest day of Whiteheart's life.
She also remembered how happy she was when found out she was pregnant with Snowstorm's pups and how excited she was to tell Snowstorm. Whiteheart's eyes hardened, Snowstorm would not want to see her so upset for him.
Whiteheart looked down at her heavily pregnant stomach, at least she still has part of him with her. The she-fox looked back out at the sky and called out to Snowstorm, "Snowstorm! Look after our pups!". With that, Whiteheart crawled back into the burrow and closed her eyes.