2 August 2012
I was watching her eyes. Those light yellow eyes, so pretty. They were pale eyes but quite bright against the afternoon sun, the contrast of it was amazing, and her eyes were watching mine, still and deadly. Her fur was golden and she had only a little bit of white on her chest. She was young, not fully grown but not a baby either, and she just laid there. I stood there. We were watching each other, a sort of stare down, but she looked at me as if she knew me. As if I was an old friend and that is what got me. What made me want to know about her life, how she got there and who her friend was. To know where her parents were and why she didn't run away from me like her friend. So many questions going through my mind, so many that I would never have the answer to and it was such a shame ...
That One Fox • Opuss № I