Blizzard l Male l Denizen l M: Fox
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Blizzard's legs were a blur as he scrambled towards his old burrow. The fox was gaining on him, occasionally landing more scraping blows to his rump, and landing a deep gash on his shoulder, causing the snow behind him to turn red. He passed the big rock he used to live by. Then he saw the pine tree that marked the entrance. The fox's breath hot on his hunches, he dove down the hole. The fox getting only his gray and white furs. He shot down the hole all the way to the end, which was probably 25 feet underground. There Blizzard curl up into a ball, licking his wounds. Leaving the fox with the hope of a meal, and his jaws and paws all bloody.