Doing the fox trot

The contrast of his golden fur on the white snow was impossible to miss.

Excitement at first. As he slowly made his way in our direction with his long, bushy tail in the air, a sense of alarm.

We started to walk backwards uneasily. Picked up a small rock just in case. Looked down towards where we had just come from and wondered if the return trip would be sooner than expected.

He was headed straight for us. We tried to find higher ground. Not like that would help.

Only a few metres away, we saw his face. Bearing the bruises of having recently been defeated in one of the animal kingdom’s battles for life.

He appeared curious, yet afraid. He lay down close to us quietly and we concluded that he was harmless. It is likely that he just wanted some company to endure the long winter with.

Guard down.

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