War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of canines, ever since we discovered the killing power of our own teeth and claws, we have been fighting. With the coming of dragons, foxes have kept the peace between themselves and the others, the wolves, the coyotes, but nothing gold can stay. Soon, the foxes and the wolves started arguing, and the arguments turned into fights, which developed into battles, and soon, foxkind had a full-on nuclear war on their paws.
The end of Pyrrhia came about much as we had predicted- the continent plunged into an abyss of balefire and radiation. Pyyrhia was nearly wiped of life- a mass cleansing, a spark of flame quickly gone out of control. Bombs rained from the skies. Entire lands were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling ocean. Foxkind was almost extinguished. A quiet darkness fell over the world...
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue for another bloody chapter in fox history. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters known as Dens. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them. All except those in Den 16. For on that fateful day when bombs rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Den 16 swung closed, and never re-opened.