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Aleksei frowned as he followed his nose, sniffing the air in a comically exaggerated way. It was strange—the Baranski son could have sworn he recognised it. The faintest echo of a memory tickled his senses. His father, a pelt. His dad brought his siblings and mother pelts in order to line the den when they were tiny, so surely this scent was safe. He could see no reason as to why it wouldn't be! If it reminded him of Maksim, his parent, then surely it would not be dangerous.
Trotting after it, lowering his nose to the cedar needle littered floor, the youngster snuffled ever closer to the source. Finally, he spied a figure with the first half of its body shoved into a hole. Grinning, Aleksei dashed towards it. It had to be his dad! But … something wasn't quite right. The first born son skidded to a halt and tilted his head.
Alarm bells rang out in his head. This thing was too small, too skinny to be his dad. It had a big bushy tail and smelt nothing like his pa. The boy's ears fell back against his skull, tentatively taking a step closer. “Dad?” Aleksei called out, hoping that he hadn't made a horrible mistake. The creature stopped its wriggling, pulled itself from the hole and stared the young wolf straight in the eye. The Cut Rock River cub froze.
It had a narrow snout, pointy teeth sunk into a snowshoe's hide. Its eyes were bright and wide. A fox had raided the main cache and now was eyeing up another potential meal—a fresher one. Alek flinched as the vermin dropped its stolen food, licking its lips hungrily. Why, Mr. Fox certainly felt his luck was changing.
It stepped towards him; Aleksei stepped back. He trembled and swallowed before instinct screamed at him to run away. It was only when the boy swore he saw more than one pair of beady, evil eyes that his paws finally understood. He clumsily scampered into the underbrush of the Cedarwood, a single fox bounding after him. “Muuuum! Daaaaad!” He ran, oh by the stars above, how he ran! He'd never moved his legs so fast in his entire life.
Thankfully, he had a head start on the fox, and Aleksei shot into a crevice between two large boulders, cowering and pressing himself as far back as he possibly could.
Whispering leaves & pointing branches will tell them where I'm lying