Eventide

Evie, a young black fox, could hardly escape this insane and idiotic hunter. Even as the sun was setting, she could still see the gun in his hands as if it were a glowing beacon of death. Just simply the sight of a weapon such as this one was enough to make her panic. It made her want to run faster, but her energy level was dwindling down rather quickly. She could feel the wind that was blowing through her black fur begin to lessen as she slowed down. Her little furry feet couldn’t move much faster.