Marten’s gaze traveled from the owl to the fox, somewhere inside him a glimmer of hope sparked that Fox would volunteer himself but Fox looked away, frustration and pain evident on his features. He always prided himself on being an animal of action, but his red coat made him even more visible than the owl and although he was fast, Marten was undeniably faster and would have little trouble hiding, and Marten knew this.
The young rabbit nodded eagerly at the Marten, her eyes bright with hope. If anyone could succeed at this it would surely be the Marten, she thought. She had seen him outrun even the wild hares, and that was no small feat.