Chapter64:

Frick the fox was a fierce fellow, but Landon of Brendrake was hot on his bushy tail, and as the fox dove beneath a fallen log, Landon’s horse leapt over top of it, forcing the creature to stop in his tracks and turn back. The sound of hooves in the distance had him halting once more, and as Landon jumped from his steed, the fox attempted to take cover beneath the fallen timber. “I’ve got you now, you feisty critter,” Landon mumbled as he moved in slowly. The hound he’d been assigned was waiting on the other side of the log, watching to see if it should do something more to try to corner the animal they’d been pursuing for going on two hours, but once he was trapped, Frick was intelligent enough to realize he’d been bested, particularly when Landon carefully reached beneath the fallen log and scooped the animal into his arms. Just like a timid puppy, the fox curled himself up a bit into the crook of Landon’s bicep. “Well, now’s not the time to show your cowardice,” he teased, stroking