A Vixen and Her CapeThe windswept fox glanced proudly back at her red cape before scuttling to the edge of the cliff. She gazed out at the beautiful expanse of wilderness before her, it was awash with white as a light snowstorm went on. The lone fox lowered herself to the ground as she surveyed the area, her acute vision brought everything into clear focus. She was searching for someone, the one who gave her the cape, her close but almost forgotten friend. To be seen with the friend would lead her life to ruin among other foxes, but the kindness that her friend had was like no other. The feeling caused one to transfix upon it and hold their attention until