We were half way around our usual route when Fairy pointed at the ground and excitedly exclaimed: “Look.” A pair of voles had emerged from the sod, with the teeth of the one solidly latched onto the backside of the other. A little struggle ensued and finally the bite-ee leapt away from the biter and tried elsewhere to reenter the safety of the subterranean world. Its efforts were agonizingly slow, especially for one so low on the food chain, so it suddenly dashed back to the burrow that it had so ignominiously exited moments before.
It scattered dust behind it as it descended and finally plugged entrance with dirt. Whether or not it reencountered its nemesis I don’t know, but at least if it did, this time it would be presenting its sharp end to the foe.