Trevor

       Trevor rushed through the forest like a wolf on the hunt. the fox darted back and forth between the trees, terror flitting in its chest. the sun light filtered through the leaves of the canopy, blurring into the white bark of the pin-straight trees. the leaves under Trevor's feet crunched and crackled in his tread, and his hands stung where the wood of the pike stabbed into his palm. the foxes eyes flew around in their sockets, surveying the area for possible escapes. trevor spun on the ball of his foot and swung his body around, his feet slipping in the underbrush as he turned to pursue the fox who had switched direction. it darted into a hole, and trevor flung himself into the burrow, his hands grasping for the fox. as he picked himself up, the dirt in his hair cascaded down onto the forest floor. the hunt was unsuccessful.