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Gideon was out doing his daily scent marking. With a new territory you had to be diligent. To prove you were serious about your territory. Once it was established, he could let it go, to every three days or so. His mind kept going back to the fox and coyote. He really was a little flattered, that they wanted to stay in his territory. Usually his kind didn't want anything to do with him. Andorra was such a lovely colored red fox. While he was not. He thought of his mother and father. How they had beautiful reds, oranges, whites and blacks. But not him, he thought bitterly. His coloring only worked one time of the year. The rest of the time, he practically starved, because the pray could see him coming a mile away. Gideon froze as he heard a noise. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, to wait to see what it was from.
(I actually herd they get prey easily because animals don't even register albinos as animals sometimes)
Rieve sat up and watched him curiously.
He dug out chunk after chunk of snow. Finally, it was hallow. It was actually warm in there. Igloos where always warm. "Hey, I'm going back to the den to get some things. I'm going to make this a little house!" Hans said happily.