Today I was walking down the hill near the same spot when I realised that there was a fox cub sitting on a wall in front of me. The wind was blowing from him to me, so he can't have scented me, though I'm a little surprised he didn't hear me. The dogs didn't spot him either, unless they thought he was a cat.
I got to about 10 feet of him, and then started to feel a little concerned that he still hadn't spotted me, so I said "Puppy, danger is approaching".
He turned and looked at me for a long moment with ever such a worried expression. Somehow it communicated all in a moment just how hard life is for a fox cub, and how very many things he has to worry about. I felt terribly guilty that I had come storming down the hill with my big feet and my dogs rather than quietly going round. Then he panicked and ran away.