'Nice try, Jake. I won't be falling for that distraction,' she was watching the tiny orbs falling around us, looking much like a flurry of snow. 'I saw your magic in practice, remember?'
I didn't even realise I was doing it, to be honest. However, I jumped on the opportunity. A hooting began to echo down into the enclosed den, sounding so loud that it even shook some of the flaky orange soil loose.
As menacing as foxes were, there were many a creature that they feared in kind, including the owl.
The fox jumped, its instincts forcing it to take up a defensive posture. Its legs were rigid, extended out, and its head was almost touching the floor as it crept closer to the exit.
I maintained the ruse long enough to watch her exit the tunnel, then I hopped along the ground, stepping over twigs and leaves until I dove face-first into the treasure trove of insects. After all, this may be the only chance I'd have for a good meal for a long time.
