You rush the fox and try to grab it with your jaws. You miss. it is tiny and fast. You try again. You rush at it. The fox scurries through your legs. It is standing in front of a tree. It is cornered. It looks afraid.

You charge.

It jumps. You look very foolish as your face slams into the tree. You fall over. The fox climbs on top of you and spits. Everything seems to just fade.

You choose to…

• …die.