A fox was scampering back to her den after hunting. She slowed down, tired near the bottom of a cliff. Mewling cries seemed to bounce off the rock and echoing everywhere.
Curious, the fox began to search for the source. There was a cub. A cub near a bramble bush, scraped and shivering in the cold. Curiously, the she-fox named Melody sniffed the small creature. She smelled like the Small foxes that always drove out her and her family.
Without thinking second thoughts, Melody picked up the little cub and carried her to her own den. When she arrived she called for her children who had just been named.
"Streak, Crimson! Look who I found"
"Another cub!" Crimson cried "What's her meat name"
"I haven't given her a meat name yet. We can only do that after she is done with milk"
"Then, what about her milking name"
"I don't know yet. We don't even know if we can keep her"
"Wait!" Streak interrupted "What if the Chief Reynard finds out!"
"We could be cast out of the colony!" Crimson cried.
"He won't find out. Don't worry. We'll find a new den. This one is already dirty."
"Where?" Streak and Crimson said in a hushed voice.
"Under a tree. Then, we'll have a secret chamber. This is where the cub will go. We'll disguise the entrance with moss or something"
"Cool!" Streak said.
"What about naming the cub? Her milking name?"
"Let's decide!" Streak shouted.
"Yip?"
"Red"
"No and no" Melody said.
"What about... Tail tip?"
"I like that!" Crimson said.
"Then Tail tip it is" Melody concluded.