Hello! I have a question! So, are marble foxes a type of silver fox, or Arctic fox?
I think they are a type of Arctic fox (Edit: I was corrected, their marble gene is found in red foxes). But it’s not natural, they are a genetic mutation caused by humans, which probably explains why I can’t ever find a good quality picture of them in nature. They are made strictly for profit. Poor foxes. :( I wish I could give you more information, but it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of info on them, and sources I found kept contradicting each other.
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