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Some of Riverstar's rogues had been sloppy, eating outside of camp and leaving the bones for anyone to find, and after the fight they must have smelled so vulnerable here. Lexington's ears pinned back as he sniffed at another scrap of ginger fur clinging to the gorse. A fox had come to visit the clan, and it wasn't the first or the last, and that worried him. Lex was a decent fighter until blood was spilled, and foxes were quite bloody.
Like that one.
Lex's ears pinned back as he slowly looked up from the fur to see the bloody maw of the fox parted in front of him, a low rumble in its jaws, triumph gleaming in its eyes. Black paws stalked toward him and then it lunged and the warrior yelped in fear and spun around to run. "Uh--- help! Run! Fox!"
Bluestream had gone out to stretch her legs, having been going stir crazy being cooped up in the nursery all day every day with her kits. She loved them with all she had in her but she just needed a break. As it would turn out her taking a break would be good for not just her but Lexington too. She had heard his cry for help and immediately rushed into action. She ran in the direction of his plea, flying passed the tom as she jumped at the fox snarling, as she furiously raked her claws across it's muzzle.
His breath hitched and he could have cried in relief to see the queen come to his rescue. He raced past her and escaped into the brush, mentally thanking her for the sacrifice. He would not forget her.
Then, as he ran, he hesitated. Should he go back? Every bone in his body screamed that was a terrible idea, he didn't want to die, but... well, she had come to help him.
