Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

A younger Fox, devoid of children, might have jumped at the cougar with all of her might. An older Fox, with three lovely children, did nothing of the sort. Instead, Fox began to back away from the cat, very very slowly, making eye contact with the feline every step of the way. She did not want it to come for her (or Finley, for that matter), and so the best choice was to... "Run!" Fox whispered an instant before turning herself away from the beast and high-tailing it out of there as fast as her little red feet would carry her.

She didn't look back to see if the cat (or Finley) was following her. Fox just sped along, dodging trees, roots, and underbrush as quickly as she could. She ran for a good twenty to thirty minutes before she allowed her feet to collect and came to a stop. Only then did she look behind her to see if Finley (and/or the cougar) had followed. She seemed to have lost the cat... but Finley was nowhere to be found. "Finley!" she called out, "Finley, where are you?!"