Fox's Glade a lotta men didn't; a lotta men died

A lot of fighting preceded Remy's first victory in the hunt; his mouth found it's way around a small, extended arm and with a clenched jaw, he did his best to whip the life from the fox. The poor thing faught as hard as it could, though the harsh beating it took ended up leading to its demise. Remy dropped the corpse and looked over to Grayday with an accomplished smile on his maw. There lived one or two more, and it was obvious that their hunt wouldn't end until they were all caught.