Description
A fox walks through the woods with measured steps, its body low and movements precise. It weaves between trunks, ears alert, catching distant rustles and faint stirring in the undergrowth. The forest is quiet, but the fox listens closely, aware of every shift in the silence. Its short coat blends with bark and earth, and its eyes stay fixed ahead. It walks not as a visitor, but as something that belongs there, tracing a path it’s followed many times before.
