A soft sigh escaped the explorer as he plopped down on his recliner, running his fingers through the chocolate brown locks of his hair. His name was Cynter Brook, and although he wasn't famous, he was recognized for his work. He had uncovered many mysteries and secrets of unknown and unencharted places, but now, the greatest mystery of all still eluded him.
Quite close to his house, there was a forest teeming with life and spiritual energy. And within it, there was rumored to be a fox spirit so beautiful, one would be unable to look away once they took even one glance. In the wee hours of the night, a soft, oriental melody could be heard through the trees, thought to be the fox spirit playing its flute.
Cynter had been searching for the spirit for years now, but he had never even caught a glimpse. Sometimes, he thought he could see a flash of bright yellow fur, but it was always gone before he could get a good look at it. It felt like the fox was teasing him, toying with him. Cynter was becoming discouraged, and honestly, a bit annoyed.
Why do you elude me, o majestic fox?
Cynter sighed again and looked down at his camera. He always had it with him, should he see the fox spirit. He wanted to have the proof of his discovery. Capturing the fox spirit, however, would be even better, but Cynter was a bit iffy on that option. He was certain that capturing the fox spirit would have fatal consequences.
Cynter sat up in his recliner as he thought about it more and more. He might have no choice. The fox spirit had escaped him so many times.
He would have to set a trap.