An Autumn morning, the search for your next meal interrupted.
Above: your nemesis on wings follows your every move.
Below: what is that beyond, crouched looking in your direction?
Autumn Encounter
Red Fox
Christmas Eve Fox
Early morning twilight, the world has begun to stir awake.
You have been up all night, searching and your day is ending soon.
Now is your time of chance, as others awaken unaware.
Morning Search for Food
A morning flash of bold red trotting across a frozen lake.
The hunt for breakfast interrupted again by cawing mobs.
The rising Sun reveals too much, time to head home until dusk.
End of the Overnight Shift
Your senses tell you something large and unfamiliar is near.
Stop, do not move, look, listen, smell, wait to see what it does next.
You now recognize what it is that follows and do not move.