The Heartwood But now it's like the night is taking sides

He continued to watch the fox with his maw agape, standing beneath the branch and reposturing himself to make sure that he was ready to go when and if the fox either fell or leapt. Meerkat was at a loss for what to do and he was about to mention the stick again when he noticed- just as she pointed it out- that the fox was trying to collect itself onto its feet without losing its balance and falling off the branch altogether. "I wannit!" He yelped. Seemingly startled by the fact that there were now two wolves to worry about, the fox peered this way and that, trying in vain to find the safest way to leap down and away from the waiting predators below. Bronco whirled in a tight circle before he leapt into the air and snapped his jaws together with such a loud clack that the fox was stirred- and leapt into the air, limbs spread, as though it thought it was part flying squirrel. The technique would not work. 

It plummeted to the ground, but the little thing was spry and light, and began to dash off, though the fall had taken a bit of a toll on the dark todd, and had caused a mild sprain to one of his ankles. Bronco- much heavier and clumsier, hit the ground with a thud, but at least he hit the ground running, ready to tear off after the dark fox. "C'mon!" He bellowed, as he breezed down the mountainside, hot on the fox's trail.