Lance sits in a tree sunlight dappling the ground, he breathes in deeply and strokes the red fur of the wild fox beside him. He sadly smiles and stares up at the bright blue sky, I wonder if I will meet anyone today. He flicks his ear and looks down, slowly shaking his leg his left hand falls to his side and he grips the handle of one of his axes. An odd sense of urgency fills him
An arrow whizzes out of the shadows and pierces the fox besides him, it releases a heart-wrenching squeak of pain and falls off the branch, landing on the forest floor with a crunch.
Lance, stares wide-eyed at the crumpled body of the fox, blood slowly pooling around it.