catch a foxy by the toe

Ike followed his suggestion and continued to take the lead as they moved toward what little cover there was out here in the arid climate. Their paws moved nearly silently and he was grateful for the sand that coated the terrain, giving their steps a bit of cushion as they went so that their claws wouldn't click against the stone. Instead there was only the quiet, shifting sound of sand that was almost impossible to hear over the sound of the constant breeze that blew through this area and swept against the rocks. Still, he had a feeling that these foxes might still be able to hear them no matter what they did, but he hoped it would at least decrease their chances of getting caught. He hunkered down behind the shrubbery behind Ike, keeping his eyes peeled as well and hoping that he hadn't imagined the movement he had spotted. The night was quiet while they waited, keeping his breathing slow and steady while his two-toned gaze glanced from one possible fox den to another. Finally, after a while, he saw a bit of movement emerging from the deep shadow of the shallow cave, making his ears perk and he eagerly watched as he waited to see if they were going to get lucky on their search.

"Remus Armada"