Do not go near that black pool, little kits. When you see that rotting water, you are too close, and you must run back into the trees before it knows you are there.
Something lives in the water, and it is neither fish nor snake. It has taken more foxes than our memories can tell, and you will not be the first to escape.
I do not know what it is, little one. I ran when my foolish litter-mate approached the water’s edge on a dare, and his shrieking was terrible to hear.
Trust your mother, little kits. Those men’s howls will shake the forest.
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