Neverwinter Forest bladerunner

@Phaedra

Coming into the thick of a vast woodlot, July continued to track the steadily warming trail of a fox. He didn't truly have a taste for other predators, but he was feeling less than picky at the moment and the fox's scent was the first one he'd come across that he thought might be easy prey— and more filling than a rodent, which was his other option. Spotting the autumn-backed creature at last, he noticed that the fox was on a hunt of its own. He couldn't tell what it was stalking, but the vulpes was so effectively distracted that what he had assumed would be a mild endeavor turned out to be one of the easiest hunts July had ever undertaken.

There was hardly a chase, and biting down on the back of the red-fox's neck dispatched it quicker than the little creature could know what was happening to it. July's quarry hung limply from jaws now lipsticked with blood, and after checking to make sure he was alone, he hunkered down to feast upon his sinewy catch.