An orange glow set itself on the horizon, indicating that the sun was just below its’ surface.  Even though it was evening, dew spread atop the tall, lush green grass.  An orange fox blended wonderfully with the glow of the setting sun, and it stood as proudly on top of the smooth green hill, just as much as the yellow sun would when it was at its peak in the sky.  The male’s fur swayed as a soft breeze blew by.  He shook himself, lifting a black paw and slightly inclining his head as if he were a deer on the alert.  His black-tipped ears twitched in symphony with his blinking yellow eyes, and, after a few moments of gazing at the distant sky, it bounded towards the setting sun.  The vulpine’s long, fluffy tail seemed to dive through the hill, the large white tip of it being the last to go.  The shadow of the fox was seen running, leaping, and bounding in the distance.  

It stopped when it was on the top of another hill, near the distant horizon.  The vulpine looked back.  His head lowered and his gaze set on the hill behind him, the one he had bounded off of, but then he chose to lift it so that he could get a better view.  The red fox looked on, and his head lowered once more.  He blinked.  Keeping his eyes shut his breathing became loud.  After a few moments they opened.  Lifting his head and taking a deep breath, the male turned his head around, and bounded into the orange glow.  

On the hill which the orange one was looking at, there stood a tawny male fox.  As soon as the orange fox lifted his head for the last time, the tawny one smiled and nodded once.  When the younger vulpine vanished into the horizon, the other fox sat down, looking on with pride in his eyes.  Every moment the smile slowly vanished.  As soon as it was gone, his eyes were emotionless and unreadable, but he continued staring deeply at the slowly disappearing orange glow.  The male’s two tails curled ‘round to his side as he looked on. . .