Fox peered out the bedroom window as the bright morning sunrise began replacing the dark night from before. The warmth made him smile, reminding him that the unpleasant past was behind him and a bright future awaited him.
It had been five months since he retired at the end of the previous war. Although he loved the thrill of combat and always felt a need to help, he knew he could take no more. He knew that he couldn't handle another battle and would prove to be more of a liability than an asset.
He turned his head and looked at his sleeping mate. He loved her, although she didn't exactly like herself. The war had taken her arms, legs, and much of what was left of her sanity. It had distorted her perception of reality, leading her to believe that she was responsible for so much of what had happened to them, to him in particular. She felt enormous guilt, which Fox had hoped to distract her from, hoping that the lack of attention would starve the guilt to death.
Fox then looked at the urn on the nightstand. The ashes of his previous wife, Fox always kept the urn next to the bed, never able to sleep without it close by, as if he could still feel her comforting presense whenever he was near it. He needed the comfort because keeping his blue vixen wife from killing herself was a full-time job.
As Krystal awoke, Fox quickly placed a muzzle over her mouth. It was a precautionary measure as Fox had grown weary of her biting herself and her endless apologies. She had grown used to it. To her, it was her punishment for her past "crimes".
Fox lifted her up and held her as he looked at the sunrise. Together, the basked in the warmth as it seemed to wash away the unpleasent past, leaving them feeling clean and refreshed for a bright new future.