Quiet footsteps sounded throughout the forest. A hunter-one that carried a large gun-snuck through tall grass. The man slowly rose from his crouched position. His head just high enough to see his target: a fox.

The fox stood motionless as the marksman raised his rifle. He lined the shot up perfectly, the tip of the weapon pointed at the furry creature, ready to end it's life. The hunter inhaled.

BANG!

whizz...

He missed...but how?

The fox stood on all four legs, it's head held high and it's tail bolted straight out. The Tod looked at the hunter, then in the opposite direction.

Everything in the fox's head was telling him to flee, but he did the exact opposite. The fox dashed off towards the human, teeth bared and claws out.

The hunter frantically grabbed at his camouflage vest, trying desperately to find his knife. Only for the fox to finally reach the man

The vulpine opened his mouth, and as soon and the hunter's arm was in reach, the fox clamped his jaws around the man's wrist.

When teeth met flesh, blood was drawn.

The man violently shook his arm in hopes of getting the fox to let go, but it was no use.

Once the fox finally let go, he went in for another bite, but this time the hunter was smart and moved to the side before teeth met flesh once more.

The hunter was quick this time as he grabbed the hilt of his knife. His hand connected with the handle of his blade and drew it from its sheath.

Now, the man stood facing the red fox. His knife was pointed at the fox, and the fox's teeth were bared.

The hunter looked down to his arm. Blood was slowly streaming from the cut. The man tried to ignore the painful sensation, but could not, for the pain was too great.

The man turned his attention from his bleeding arm to the russet fox in front of him. The fox growled angrily and started to approach the human.

"Stay back!" The man shouted. He then slashed at the air in front of the him, successfully making the fox jump back. The action only made the animal more angry than he was before.

The fox then leapt from his position and towards the man. His mouth was open just like last time, ready to taste the blood of the man again.

As the fox was flying into the air, it's claws were flailing wildly, awaiting the man's skin to come into contact.

The first thing to reach the human was it's claws. They dug into the man's shoulder and tore at the flesh until they violently ripped out.

Soon, teeth came into contact with the most sensitive part of the body: the neck.

The fox's teeth pierced the flesh.

Both living things fell to the ground.

The fox whipped its head back and forth, tearing and ripping more of the man's skin.

Now, the fox stood atop of the hunter, but the hunter was no longer struggling. He laid motionless, covered in his own blood.

The fox licked the bloody wounds clean and dashed back into the forest.

A/N I just love doing these real life animal stories, that just make me so happy. I would love it if you were to leave a review for me. Thanks for reading.