When my shouting couldn't reach my faithful dog anymore, I had a lot of disturbing thoughts in my head. It wasn't the first hunting for us, and everything always went more than smoothly. I shoot, the dog runs and drags the prey. Over and over again. But now something went wrong. I went deep into the thicket and saw many traces of a fierce struggle,here and there were splashes of unnaturally scarlet blood. There was a viscous and sweet smell in the air that suddenly reminded me of raspberries. The trails brought me to a inconspicuous and almost buried fox hole. The closer I was coming to it, the more I could smell the sweet smell of aggression in the air. I was afraid, but the fate of my faithful friend was more important, and so almost without hesitation I decided to look into the hole. But as soon as my eyes got used to the darkness, I saw a bristling snout of a beast with three white pupils. And that was the last thing I saw in my life.