Author's note: I can't help it. My first instinct when I see a fox is to chase and try to kill it. I always end up running into some sticky situations (like, for example, giant camps) when I don't pay attention, and then I get chased and eaten by bears. It's like there's some kind of cosmic irony in Skyrim. So remember readers, foxes look cute but they are a trap. A cosmic irony trap.

I lost my train of thought...

Anyway, hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Prompt: Follow the foxes

"What in the world is that?" the Redguard asked, stopping on the path and squinting into the distance.

After clearing out yet another bandit camp up in the mountains, Gabrielle and Faendal were climbing higher to try and discover if there were others. It was cold and the wind was starting to pick up, throwing flakes of snow in the two travelers eyes'.

"What was what?" Faendal stopped just short of running into her.

She scoffed at him, hitting the Bosmer in the chest and then pointing straight ahead into a small set of trees. There was snow up in the branches and frost was climbing up the trunk, but there wasn't anything strange that Faendal could see. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"I don't see –," he started to say, but Gabrielle smacked a gloved hand over his mouth and dragged him down into a crouch.

As she notched an arrow into one of her bows, Faendal looked harder at the group of trees. It was a few moments before he finally saw what had surprised his companion. Two ears were poking out from behind one of the trees, soon followed by a white head and a slim body. He couldn't help but look incredulously at Gabrielle.

"A white fox?" his eyebrow was slowly inching its way up.

Her shoulders slumped and she threw him a glare. After a moment of staring at the fox, she nodded to herself and began to creep forward. He presumed it was to get a better shot. But the fox was watching her movements and, even though it hadn't started to move, it still had plenty of space to run.

He sighed in exasperation and began to move up the path behind Gabrielle. He flinched every time the snow crunched under their feet and the Redguard's heavy armor started to tremble in the wind. She raised her bow more and started to take aim, when there was a sudden howling sound from up ahead.

"Wolves!" Faendal called out. He vaguely noticed Gabrielle's jaw clench, but ignored it as the small pack charged at them.

He fired off a few shots before noticing that Gabrielle was running towards the trees and then further and further away. The Bosmer finished off the wolf pack, took their pelts quickly, and ran off after her.

"Gabrielle! Wait up!"

"Damnit Faendal! Follow that fox!"

"OH GOD ARE THOSE GIANTS!"

"OH GOD IS THAT A BEAR!"

The giants chased them from their camp and the bear chased them back down the mountain and only fell after being lit on fire, hit with lightning, shot with 14 arrows, and hacked to death by a greatsword. And that is why you should never try to kill a fox and then follow it. The tricky little bastards lead you straight into a giant camp and then a bear comes to take revenge.