The little critter will not let the hour I spent burning the blood and seeing fragments of memory be only grief.
Yes, I think it could discern when I call it 'little critter,' even inside my head, and it would look at me with suspicion.
Not long after surviving my tribulation, it had fallen asleep, its stomach was fat and faintly glowing from the tribulation lightning it had eaten. Looking at the sleeping fox from time to time, I did not know whether to laugh or cry.
It woke up after a few minutes and looked around, and when its soft paws touched my face, only then did I realize that I had been crying.
And from that moment, the little fox seemed to have taken it upon itself to make me feel better, and it was doing all this just by being itself.
