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The fox walks slowly over the frozen snow. Ears pricked up to the ground, he listens and analyzes life under the white cloak. He freezes, a prey has been identified, it's only a matter of time. He turns his head left, then right, to improve accuracy, before launching into the air to pounce on his prey. He seems to come from the air, like a raptor, the vole had no chance!

Finishing stage

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