Fox in the nightThe fox was hunting in the night.He was following a scent of something deliciously afraid. It kept on escaping and that sped up the beat of his heart. He was running - it did not matter wherethe only thing shaping his world now was what he was after.And thenthere was pain.Its surge was so abrupt, it made him yelp and almost topple over his own paws. He fought the temporary loss of balance as best as he could, knowing, that now he is the hunted one and the only thing to do is to escape.Yet he couldn't. Something caught his front paw in a cold, cold grip. He yelped, tried to escape, growled at it, tried to run, but to no avail.