His red fur rippled and shone like silk in the afternoon light as he paced the clearing. He was not normally so impatient, but on this occasion, his patience had worn down. He was waiting to meet Laska, a snow leopard. She was to travel a great distance from the Himalayas.
He knew it would take her a long time to arrive, but he had planned for the meeting to be at the sun's highest point. She had made the journey before, so he knew how long the trip would take. She should have been here by now, but this time, she was late.
The fox growled to himself as he paced; His agitated growls could be heard in the surrounding forest. And he was, in