The Fox

Breath is drawn easily

Blackened wet noses catch the scent

Sly eyes turn behind for a split second to counter escape

Hearts beat as adrenaline performs as Maestro to all the orchestration

Cards are held tight to chest

Face set

The chase birthing latent abilities and dormant genius.

He shall outwit them all

The Fox grins and laughs

Let the hunt begin….

 

 

 

 

 

 

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