A shadow stalked in the shadows. It's red-orange shape slithered slickly through the grass and....the fox leaped into the air, pinning her prey down. She bit her prey's neck and killed it in one bite. She ate it. Food was scarce. She was lucky she caught that vole.
She lay down in a pile of moss under a tree, for a new day would come tomorrow.

Daylight is what woke her up. She looked for food but found none. After a half hour of looking, she found a stream. She drank out of the stream and found a hollow next to the stream.