Sensei Fox
Eater of Goldfish Crackers
Fox was engaged in a dance between several hornets. They had given up shooting him, the terrain was too easy to use to keep from being hit with him this light on his feet. They had resorted to trying to skewer him with their long needle-like mandibles. This was his game. Just like a fencing match. He was surrounded and the hornets flew in circles around him, lunging in with fast passes. As they would pass, he would wing one or entirely impale it. He wasn't searching so much anymore, he was racking up a body count. They kept passing through his kill area and he kept cutting them down.