The Fox Hunt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
For Madison Conner's Flashback challenge and based on the song "The Hounds of Spring."

Submitted: August 03, 2010

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The Fox Hunt
 
The foxhounds jumped over the fallen tree as they followed the scent. They weaved in and out of the trees and brush, never missing a step. Their voices were loud and sharp, calling back to their masters. The steady pounding of their paws stayed constant. Not far behind them, the hooves of horses galloped through the wood. 
They continued to run, continued to chase the scent of the fox. The heat began to rise as the sun reached its full height. The foxhounds were panting, but their eyes shone with joy. They smelt the gap between them and the fox lessen and their paws began to pound faster. 
A breeze picked up and the leaves on the ground flew up into the air. The foxhounds continued their quick pace, around the trees and deeper into the wood. After a time, the hounds stopped, raising their snouts up in confusion. The fox’s scent had faded.
 
They continued forward slowly and eventually they came to a gentle flowing river. The fox was staring at them with its crisp eyes from the other bank, its fur wet. They looked at each other for a while. The small river continued to flow. Leaves were pushed through the air by the breeze, some landing in the water. The only sounds were the hound’s panting, the leaves and the sound of moving water.
 
Soon, the hound’s masters arrived on their horses. They shouted and pointed at the fox. The fox jolted out of its stare and bolted into the woods on the other side of the river. The foxhounds jumped into the river, paddling their way across. Once they reach the other side, they took off in a mad sprint.
The fox had already gotten a good head start, but the hounds were larger and had longer legs. They soon closed some and the distance and the fox came into view. They entered a large field of stone. The hills gently sloped up and down so that the fox was able to leap onto the top of the large boulders, most of which had large flat surfaces. The hounds followed the fox, jumping from one boulder to another, with their masters following beneath. 
Then, the fox got unlucky: it ran up to the edge of a cliff, which sharply descended into the mist. The foxhounds slowly came up to it, growling and snarling. The fox just looked at them. After what seemed like forever, the fox seemed to smirk. Just as the foxhounds were about to catch their prey, the fox did the unthinkable: it jumped off the cliff. The foxhounds rushed to the edge to see the fox fall through the mist. As they continued to stare, clouds seemed to form above them. Fog started to roll in and it got within ten feet of the ground. The foxhound slowly turned around, disappointed that the fox got away. Before they could move their slightly sore paws, there was a sharp bark and the same fox that had jumped off the cliff, fell down from the fog and landed about ten feet in front of the hound.
It still had a smirk on its face. It winked and took off in the opposite direction and the hounds joyously followed.


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