Big Salmon Lake I must say

@Cathal

another shuffle, only to cease as small and sharp teeth graze his hind legs. he winces, brows drawn together. cicero tilted his chin to stare down at the squire, his incredulous looks morphing into one of understanding. apologetic. 

"right, right. apologies." he hummed. after a thoughtful pause, his approach was reconsidered. foxes turn their ears to the earth to listen for rodents, so he would do the same. 

lowering his head closer to the snow, he held his breath and listened. 

nothing, for a moment. and then the muffled, faint sound of scuffling beneath the snow. his tail swayed, his eyes shifting to meet the squires. "behind you." his voice was quiet.