#fox pup

[greraden]

[cytochrome-symbolz]

fox pup (image of a red fox with its paws on the word ‘pup’)

fawn (image of a fawn next to the word ‘fawn’)

i dont hate doing wordmojis but my bubble letters are kind of ass and dick lmao. also TIL i cannot draw animals to look baby.

otherkin symbols for @felignis

[owlandsword]

Baby fox sleeping

(Karl Ramsdell, 2025)

[goodboynova00]

Introducing our main fursona, Nova! He's an arctic fox who definitely has the magic in his fingers. ✨🥰✨ This piece is "Nova Finger Guns" by our artist, Nova!

See more at GoodBoyNova.com!

[aquatic-indie-gal]

Young Ray decides to Adventure out in the Woods to find his own Cave with his Parents now dead, only then does he stumble upon a Mother Raven (named "Crawlina") who possibly recognizes Him before.

Raymond "Ray" & Crawlina (c) Me

[dumbfoxpup]

kinda want someone to give me a trigger but like, not one i'll remember, just so they can make me do things without knowing

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Sundae

(A Sun Dog Story)

Part 1: 1 Scoop Strawberry

It was dark. He was alone. He had been crawling for the past 2 days, and he had found yet another resting spot. Under a tree by a hill, no signs of the little ones. He had to be alone, no matter how dangerous it was in those woods. It was better that way. At least, that's what he believed.

"Come on, guys! Are you wanting to go camping or not?"

He could never get that voice out of his head. The voice of who he was supposedly meant to be. It always spoke of going on adventures or playing. How it was so great to have friends. That voice couldn't fathom what the reality really was. That he had friends, friends who were torn apart limb from limb. Friends who were proclaimed as heretics. He wish he could tell that voice, so that it may finally shut up. Another day, perhaps.

He relaxed, making a fire from a few twigs he found, the little ones hated fire. As he laid there, he began to hear something else, a whimper. He grabbed his wooden dagger, prepared for whatever it was that was making that sound. He couldn't risk having them eat him alive. It was then that he felt something rub against his side. It was a tiny kit, fur a deep red.

"Hey, critter crew! I think we found a new friend!"

No. No, it wasn't a friend, it was an animal. Albeit one that was alone, and very clearly distressed. He slowly reached out for the poor thing, and it didn't hesitate. It must've thought he was another one of its kind. The thing was shaking like it was deathly cold. He knew what to do, he knew it should still work. He brought the pup close to him, and soon, the strong, comforting scent of vanilla filled the air. The pup wasn't shaking anymore, in fact, it was as alive as it could be!

If his face wasn't already stuck in a grin, he'd have been smiling. He set the pup back down beside him, petting it as it curled up next to him. The sandman gifted them with a comfortable night.

As day broke, he realized the kit hadn't left his side. He could only assume the worst. He couldn't leave it there alone. It isn't what they would have wanted. He rested it upon his shoulder, and he set off once again into the vast forest. Maybe he didn't have to go solo. Maybe he could have at least one friend by his side.

"Come on, new friend! We'd just love for you to have some fun with us!"

[lionfloss]

by Denis Budkov