Ouroboros Spine you always want to watch

The screams of the fox, shrill by default, stabbed at his ears with such violence it was as if someone had run up and boxed Raimo on the side of the head. He winced and his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, long enough for the fox to volley itself away; it was quick and it was loud, worming its way between the trees haphazardly.

Raimo felt a ringing in his head that slowly abated as he gave chase, but try as he might the disorientation of the fox's yammering had given it enough of a head start that the wolf could not make up the difference.

He charged after the glint of orange when he did spot it, but it would not be enough.