1 Fated Day

It was a cold spring evening. All the snow from winter had almost dissipated and tiny buds had finally started to peek through. There was still a chill in the air, just enough to keep you bundled up at night.

Fox was making her way home, pulling her hat over her giant orange ears as much as she should. Her normally olive toned skin had turned pale from the winter and her nose and cheeks were red from the wind. Only her honey red brown eyes could be seen as she had covered as much of her tiny little body as she could.

"Fuck it's freezing! Spring needs to hurry up. I cant take much more of this," she thought to herself.

She wasn't too much farther from her home. It was about another 20 minutes. She had begun wondering why she isolated herself so much and dealt with this inconvenience. Reminding herself she does it for the privacy and the ability to frolick at will whenever she pleases.

All of a sudden Fox hears a noise just a little farther into the tree line. What was that? It sounded like rustling and indistinguishable noises. She held her breathe listening very closely as she was frozen in her tracks. More rustling. She pulled her coat closer to her body, as if somehow it would protect her. Glancing down she notices a long sturdy stick and quickly picks it up and takes a defensive stance.

"Who's there!" She shouted with fake confidence. "I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it!" More indistinguishable noises came out but it was a little more discernible now as she slowly made her way closer and closer. Finally, Fox got close enough to see it was a man sitting there leaning back against a tree for support. He was injured. Blood covering his torso and splattered on his pale face and in his beautiful dark grey hair. He looked up at her with a weak expression on his face. You hadn't realized it before but he had an eyepatch covering his right eye.

"Who are you and what are you doing on my property? How did you get those wounds?" Fox demanded, her confidence waning.

And with a breathy weak reply the stranger answered "I'm Crow, I got ambushed by a group of bandits. So I ran away and ended up here. Can you help me?"