Hidden breakfast

Sly Blackpaw, aka Bait hopped from a dead log, to a mossy covered rock and down into bushes, landing directionally onto an unsuspecting mouse or what he termed breakfast. The red fox was a quick eater, scooping it up in his mouth, flinging it in the air and in a few bites the mouse was no more. Breakfast was both a fun and delicious time of the day. Bait looked skyward and saw very little sky above him.

Between the fog that was denser close to the ground in early morning, and the dark canvas of green above there was very little to be seen at all unless one had sharp senses. Fortunately Bait prided himself on that. Sharp senses and sharp mind in a rather dull world. It was his playground. That said Bait had come in here to check on the food and while it seemed plentiful with a great number of hiding spots for a wary fox, it wasn’t really his cup of tea. The darkness put a rather gloomy outlook on things.

Bait slowly walked through the eerie fog until he found a good root that made a decently high U-shape to climb up to where it was easier to see clearly. One mouse down and plenty more around, but now he was thinking of perhaps an egg to go with his meal. The small hunter continued on his trek.