Vincent woke up in a stouper, looking around he found himself in a den, and not his den. Yawning he stumbled out of the den and into a clearing, thankfully on one was their. He went hunting for a bit until he cought breakfast, a little mouse. Unbeknownst to him, he was had just stumbled into the line of sight of one of the group's, and someone ideiatly recognised he wasn't a real Fox.