Hooded figures in the night

@Autumn

The small fox's coat blended in quite nicely with the snow, save for the dark grey patches. Ears perked forward, he listened carefully to tiny scratchings and squeaks under the snow, eyes scanning over the cold white. He took a tiny step forward, hesitated, then leaped high in the air. He angles his body down, and fell face first into the snow.

His back feet scrabbled madly as the sought to get him out, straining backward. When he finally did emerge from his awkward position, it was with two plump mice in his jaws. A lucky catch. The squeaks and scratches rapidly declined in volume as the remaining critters scrambled to safety, but the young fox was proud of his catch.

A smile on his face, he started toward the den entrance where he thought Autumn was still sleeping.