[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
Gerasha waited in the ferns, silent as the animal in front of her.
The fox sat, staring right at her, dead freen in it’s mouth. The small mammal was hanging limp, tufts of feathers poking out of the fox’s mouth.
Gerasha found them beautiful. They weren’t the true Foxes of Earth, but they were a similar enough build to be given the same name. Their fur was redder, their ears drawn up to a sharper point and sharp lime green eyes.
“Hello beautiful,” Gerasha whispered.
The fox bounced away with it’s prey, disappearing into the jungle around her.