the quick red fox

Sometimes having the paws of a bear made hunting extremely difficult. When his claws became too long, he could not, for the life of him, stay quiet enough to sneak up on any animal. Such as it was today when all he wanted was a snack. A little morsel to munch on until he went on a larger hunt to feed himself and Senua.

The red sun above was setting on the western horizon, casting the forest around him in a dark shadow. Since the stars and moon had also decided to not appear for weeks now, Ursus didn’t hold out hope that tonight would be better. He would still try though, at least try his best, as he followed after a rather plump red fox. It did help that he had rather keen eyesight and seeing at night held out better for him than most.

Bending his legs to lower his center of gravity to the ground, he tracked the fox. Every time he drew close, a leaf would rustle or a stick would snap and the fox would take off running once more. Cursing under his breath, Ursus ducked behind a rather large tree and bundle of bushes to recollect and devise how he would hunt down the fox.

Words: 211 / 1500