Heatherfur ran from the fox, blood covered the vixen's muzzle. Her paws were starting to slow and it felt as if she couldn't breathe. 'I have to keep running' she thought. She leapt over a root that was sticking out of the ground and when she landed her back paw stung. She fell to the ground in pain but she got up and limped/ran her way back to camp. Halfway there she tripped and fell. Growling in pain and anger she watched as the fox approached her. This fox killed her sister and now it was going to kill her.