The fox fills the telescope. I watch from about 200 yards away as it tugs and worries at the carcass of a young dzo - a cross between a cow and yak - that had been killed by wolves a day earlier. The wolves have feasted on the hindquarters, but enough remains for several more meals.
The fox is a handsome subspecies of the red fox - pale gold with creamy shoulders and a cream tip to his luxuriant brush. I am watching him from a small terraced field that belongs to a master snow leopard tracker in the tiny 7-house village of Ulley in the district of Ladakh, India - snuggled at the head of a dramatic valley at just above 13,000 feet.
