Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Most of the foxes did not know what hit them—and quite literally. Njal bore down upon them with an intensity he had not shown in quite some time. At least since receiving his head wound by the cougar that had invaded. He snapped at their tails now as the entities rose up from the brush and scattered, some diving towards Bazi, others towards Danica. The warden would not let them escape. Even with his deliberate stomps, the beast was not at his maximum speed—so when a panicked fox crossed his path, he charged after it with teeth snapping. It was a liquid thing; moving rapidly on its tiny legs in a manner that wasn't quite fast enough, but nearly outmaneuvering the bulky wolf. A misjudged turn brought the fox face to face with Bazi as she snapped the neck of one of its allies, and the sight stopped the animal in its tracks. That was enough of a pause to grant Njal an opening to attack. His own teeth slid cleanly through the scruff of fur upon the foxes back and he pulled, yarding the animal closer, then released and grabbed it again, this time on the back of the neck. A sharp crack later, the fox was limp upon the ground.