Firethorn wasn't in the den when Vasili made his command. He had gotten into a habbit of stepping out of the den, partly to avoid the company of foxes (that is: everybody else), and partly because he was getting curious on what else was on this island. As he found out quickly, nothing terribly interesting. It was a small place enclosed by water on all sides, with plenty of prey and vegetation but nothing that would have interested the fox kit. What would interest the fox kit actually? Firethorn wasn't sure himself, he just knew that the first excitements of his life, of learning to walk, smell, bend rules, getting away with said rule bending and getting to know the various members of his wolf family were getting dull fast and he needed something new.

He was about to return to the den when he sniffed out a commotion on the beach. It turns out that some of the family had left the den and were doing...something. Something involving Vasili. What could he have missed?

The red fox sneaked in, his body low to the ground. While they were all grumbling at each other or looking for shells or doing water experiments he was going to show them all what he's capable of. The reason why he was here. They weren't going to just ignore him from now on, especially not after jumping high and letting out a vulpine war cry, that is: a yap into the air. "They definitely didn't see that coming!", he thought.