Once prancing about, he toyed with both prey and predator.
An embodiment of chaos but pure of heart like a child.
With the changing of seasons, so did he.
The forest grew dull, And so did he.
Nature was pedantic and predictable but only past the forest will his boredom be eased.
So he trudges along, trying to survive, while hoping to leave the stagnant leaves and see the unknown border.
The languid fox travels forward while hoping to return to his old self.