Apparently, the tourists had fallen into this karst sinkhole earlier that morning and couldn’t get out.

— They’re alive… they’re alive! — the hunter shouted, grabbing his radio.

The fox was still standing at the edge, twitching her ears nervously, as if she understood what was happening.

Half an hour later, rescuers arrived. Using ropes, they descended and pulled the injured people up one by one.
The tourists were severely hypothermic but had miraculously survived.

When the last person was lifted out, the hunters turned around — the fox was gone. Only her paw prints led back toward the forest.

— She saved them, — one of the hunters said quietly.

The other nodded:

— And we were hunting her.