Tabitha

The fox reaped what it sowed when it let a wandering vixen into its den and left the loyal pack that had guarded it through every storm. In one swift pounce, seasons of trust were traded for the fleeting scent of a stranger, all because the fox was chasing shadows in the darkest part of the forest. Instead of standing tall like the oak, it gnawed at its own roots, leaving the tree to wither. And the owl, who should have hooted the warning, turned its head the other way, pretending not to see. But even in the wild, every creature knows — once the nest is broken, no branch can piece it back together.