Sand flew in all directions as the harsh desert wind blew. Not a single sign of life could be seen in this baron wasteland. Not even a desert-dwelling animal was in sight.
Further down the desert, however, in the cool shade behind a rock, a small Fennec Fox lay in wait for the chilling night to come. His ears twitched as specks of sand slashed at his fur. It hurt, but the sun hurt more. It was best to wait for the devilish heat to drop when the moon rose.
For hours the Fennec Fox lay, half asleep, on the warm sand. Finally, the moon had made its way to the horizen and the sun had fled its perch above the land. With a shudder, the Fennec Fox awoke and, startled, stood up. His claws were out in a form of defensive reflex. Seeing that nothing was around to harm him, he allowed his claws to sink back in to his small cat-like paws. He shook his body to get the sand off, then jumped on to the silver rock.
Ahead of him, he could see a few small night critters, like snakes or lizards. They, like him, had adapted to the harsh heat and the chilling cold of the desert's day and night, though they preffered to freeze than boil. With a final sniffle of decision, the Fennec jumped from his perch and sprinted over to the nearest snake. Sadly, it was a Rattle Snake, one of the Fennec Foxes many predators. The snake hissed and rattled its irritating tail, and the fox stopped moving. His heart was thumping, pumping more blood than usual. His muscles had stopped working and his breathing had halted. Suddenly, his reflexes kicked in and he turned, making a break for it.
For a while, the snake followed closely behind, hissing all the while. The fox kept running, however frightened it may have been. The snake was seemingly teasing it with its rattle, forcing a phobia in to the Fennec Fox.