Her mouth was sealed shut, covered by two hands.
Sweat dribbled down the side of her face from her scalp, sliding down to a drip on her pointy chin.
The rabbit had been in the dark for what seemed like forever, but she couldn’t risk making any move nor sound. The wolf promised to be as merciless as he could once he found her.
If he finds her.
Her only hope lies on the fox, who knew her better than anyone else, to be the first one to discover her location.
She thought he would have found her by now, but she guesses she hid really well for him to be still be searching.
It was simple, really.
The rabbit knew that the fox would try and think like her, so she crossed out the places he’d assume she’ll chose as a hiding spot.
Trick the sly fox.
That was her strategy.
As for the deceptiv
