Tundra

Wasps could be heard sipping the nectar from the flowers although the young fox could not see them. Their buzz was different to that of a bumblebee which he liked to watch dance in the earlier summer when he was younger. He recalled watching them fumble around the flowers of late spring sometimes to fat and clumsy to get their fill from each flower. This thought made him smile it reminded him of happy carefree times when under the watchful eye of guardians his sister and he could play all they wanted. Times now for Cuthbert and his twin sister were not that easy. Now that his mother the Queen had been killed by rivals his hopes rested solely upon his older sister Tundra named after the Goddess who created the Six Pointed Star. It was too early to grow up but he had to.