I am a fox. Of course, you may have forgotten me long ago.
Just like my master.
When I was born, I looked different from the other foxes in the tribe. I was covered in red fur. No other foxes were willing to play with me. Even the big cats in the mountains bullied me.
It wasn't that I didn't want to go down the mountain. Everyone down the mountain wanted to catch me.
I still remember that it was a sunny afternoon when I was shot in the stomach by a man hunting. At the time, I really thought I was going to die. In my trance, I saw a girl in red.
Her black hair was like ink, and her red dress was like fire. When I saw her face, it was like flowers and trees giving birth to snow.
The little friends of the race said that my flesh could allow someone to live forever. Humans wanted to eat me. I knew that I should have left then, but I couldn't move.
Later, I learned that I was a fox who looked at faces.
