Gratifying Night Patrol

Mr Cruisedog and I never know what we'll see each night we venture out onto the cliffs and seldom seen animal trails.
Tonight, for once, everything went like clockwork.
Meadow Vixen, recently recovered from a gunshot wound, waited for my call before emerging from the trees to take food by hand. As younger dog foxes closed in, she made threatening growls which stopped them in their tracks.
A mile away, My Vixen ran up in rather an agitated manner - a sure sign that badgers were close by. Mr Cruisedog confirmed this by bristling and leaning forward intently. My old friend the badger boar appeared out of the cliff top hedge and had to be placated with a hastily thrown banana. My Vixen took this lull in the 'action' to snatch her food and recede into the gloom.
The previous night, a sorry looking fox had appeared, with a badly swollen face and one closed eye - the victim of an attack by a larger and stronger fox. I hadn't been able to feed it as two other foxes had driven it off. However, tonight, things went much better for the injured fox. Instead of calling, Mr Cruisedog and I waited in silence for about twenty minutes and circling foxes lost interest and drifted away. All this time, the injured fox had been nearby, awaiting a chance to get food in safety. It moved out of the shadows and fed ravenously as we kept a lookout for other foxes.
All in all, a gratifying night ...