A solitary vixen had been travelling alone with her one kit when she heard whimpering. "Stay here," she ordered her kit and ran towards the noise. She saw a small kit go under the strong water and gasped. She ran down the side of the river, keeping pace with the current. Her paws kept a good grip as water overflowed and sloshed around them. The vixen leapt into the river, taking the kit's scruff in her jaws and swimming to the surface. She started using her strong legs to swim to the bank. Dragging the new kit out of the water, she heard her kit whine. She ran back with the bundle of fur and saw her offspring staring at another knocked out kit.
She lay down the one she had rescued next to her kit and started uncovering her den, which started under the roots of a massive, old oak tree. She carried the kits in one by one through the maze of tunnels into a very big room. There were a few moss nests and she put both of the kits in their own individual nest. Herbs were hanging from the walls and ceiling and also some holes in the walls. She grabbed some chamomile, cobwebs, dandelion leaves, feverfew and catmint just incase.
OOC: Sorry for the long post ^_^'