The fox sat under the bush spying upon the group of strange beings in front of him. If the strange ones had been aware of their surroundings, they would have seen the yellow gleam of his eyes lit by the fire they were circling. He was fascinated to see them dancing in circles and making loud noises. He was also the only one to see another thing sneaking up upon the strange group. The fox sat and watched as the being used a branch to make the others stop their dancing and noise making. All sounds other than the things stopped, and after a moment so did its. Once its rage was finally done it lifted its head towards the full moon that was at its zenith and let loose a howl. The howl scared the fox into absolute stillness, it did not even breathe for a few seconds as the thing ran back from where it had appeared. The fox due to its nature would not let the slaughter go to waste. Once he was sure the thing would not come back, he snuck towards the fire and the circle of bodies and ate of the feast they provided.