Sleepy Fox Hollow took a market of filth and sold like summer

There was silence. Sycamore lay still with one ear perked and both eyes open. In the distance, he could hear the sound of paws approaching, frantic but steady. A moment later, the thief dashed past, leaving behind a gust of wind. The battle-cry was sounded and the echoes of footsteps rang once more.

Takiyok sprinted by, her determination signaling Sycamore to follow. Instinct called him to the side of his superior, despite his unpreparedness. As she pushed harder, he did the same, paws falling one after the other in an effort to keep up. A bark escaped his maw as he whipped around a nearby tree for an alternate approach.