Big Game Hunting

Perfect. The moment he feels the tug upon the chain, the Don kicks off, adding the surprisingly non-mousy strength of his jump to the vixen's attempt to yank him out of the vehicle. He tries to angle the leap so that with any luck it will land him on the vixen's back, but this being mid-air and all, he doesn't really have any way to control his arc past the initial trajectory.

Well, technically he could have the harpoon gun reel the chain back in like a grappling hook, but as things are that would end with him being dragged through the fox's mouth.

Elsewhere, the male fox will have a hard time of grabbing the offending car in his jaws, the vehicle having reached max speed with no signs of slowing down and just barely managing to keep a foot or so ahead of him. There is some hilly terrain up ahead though, and with the minuscule amount of traction provided by the car's tiny wheels that will no doubt force it slow down enough to end the chase.

The three other cars zip by now, the first two aiming a volley of rounds towards the fox's eyes from either side before quickly pulling back to avoid counter-attacks, the third actually trying to buzz close enough to the vulpine for the passenger to stick what appears to be a plastic explosive pack on one of the fox's legs using a powerful adhesive. Risky, but so was going hunting here in the first place.

Desert ==> Savanna

Presumably sometime after that fight with the dragon that may or may not have been perma-deadtimed, the triplets pack up their camp and move on towards more hospitable climes. Soon enough the endless sand gives way and they find themselves trekking over rolling hills and dry, cracked earth spotted with small, spindly trees and tufts of buffalo grass.

The heat stays the same as out in the desert though, arid and oppressive, weighing down on them like a volcanic cloud and making the ground beneath their boots shimmer with trapped sunlight.

Two of the brothers are on their guard, rail-powered assault rifles in hand and eyes sweeping the surrounding hills for any sign of dangerous wildlife or other hunters. The third seems largely unconcerned with the possibility of danger that lurks around every corner, trailing a few feet behind the others, his rifle still strapped to his back along with the camping gear he carries. It would take a very careful eye to note the slight weight to his right sleeve, indicative of a hidden pistol.

((Interaction wanted))