Finally, Munter’s fortunes changed, and he finally caught a lucky break: “I wandered around the island for about three hours but saw no sign of the fox. Disheartened, I started to head home. But then, something inside me urged me to take one last lap around. As I turned a corner near a restaurant, I spotted two young foxes, one with a toy in its mouth and the other with a bun. They had likely found food in the restaurant’s trash.

My body filled with adrenaline, my hands shaking. This was my chance after months of trying. I began snapping pictures, and to my surprise, the foxes didn’t seem afraid of me. They moved under a rowan tree, and one of them looked straight into the camera. I took numerous photos of the scene, and after a while, the foxes dashed away.”