The fox looked up. The blue air was almost invisible because of the clouds. It was probably gonna snow soon. He continued to walk. He walked untill he was close to a meadow.

Xevier, a 2 year old fox, was looking for a place to make a den. This seemed the perfect place. He started digging a hole and build a little tent over it.

His family lived on the forest, he had to flee away from them. As a purple-green fox live isn't easy. Besides that, he was way bigger and looked way more like a human.

He fell asleep and didn't wake up untill noon, the next day. "I'm hungry! Let's go for a hunt!" He said to himself

*A few years later*

"Running, that was what I always did, always will do. That is what I was made for." He smiled. His mate was playing in the mud with his sons, his daughter sat next to him. "Dad?" She asked. "Yes?" "Were you a runaway?" "No, I was the runaway." His daughter looked up. Her dad was the runaway, the purple fox of Hero Forest.

The end