Pax (a fox) trained his nose to the human’s camp, which, as always, tortured him with its rich food scents. Over the past two days more war-sick had arrived, and hundreds of them were massing to the south beyond. The ground vibrated with their threat. But Pax was hungry.
Although he could see the camp directly above him, he chose his old route – up the gorge and across the ridge - because the guards on the wall were facing the river.
He padded up the rocks in the water, leaving no tracks. Away from the silence of the devastated field, his ears pricked toward the night sounds.
Predict what you think might happen next! Could you create the next paragraph(s)? I’d love to read your writing after the Easter Holidays!