Arrow Lake House of Wolves

The silver fox darted. He pressed onward after it even if the bushy tailed thing fled. It was sure footed and swift, but his strides were longer. A time or two, he was able to reach out and nip at the edges of its tail before it slipped out of his grasp and squeaked some sort of sound.

While both were canines, their vocals and culture were different enough that he didn't have the slightest idea as to what the animal was trying to say. Nor did he care. All he knew was that there was a fox prowling around somewhere close to his home and he wanted very much to exterminate it.

And thus, the chase continued.

It would make a very handsome throw rug.