Finding

The little fox turned and trotted off, dragging its exhausted body. Slowly, the silvery-white fur it had once been so proud of became veiled in a haze of blood. It arrived at a small hillside, a lush green slope. The little fox sniffed the grass, but there was no scent at all. It stepped onto the lawn. The grass was so soft, it felt like walking on clouds, though the fox had no idea what walking on clouds would actually feel like. It tilted its head and saw a boy sitting on the grass, gazing ahead without moving. The little fox hadn't forgotten how the terrifying creatures it had mistaken for angels had hurt it just moments ago. But a voice inside kept telling it that the boy was different. That boy's wish was... Theme: