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

One down, two to go! Day thought triumphantly, giving a soft woof of praise a he caught Remy's eye. He was still digging, stopping on occassion to see if he could force his way to the foxes yet. Eventually, the opening was made wide enough, and Day surged inside to clamp his jaws around the first patch of fur his nose brushed against. He could feel their demonic voices were screeching in his ears, but he ignored that and their vicious bites to secure his meal.

Dragging one out by its scruff, Day made short work of the fighting ball of red fur. He shook it, as Remy had, to stun the creature, and then quickly bit down on its neck. The fox went limp just as its fellow came bolting out of the foxhole in one last attempt at escape. Day started toward it, but Remy was closer.