Luis was a fox. Trekking through the snow that had cascaded down as the height of winter peaked. Scourging through the snow for possible little critter to gorge on.

Then he heard it. Bleating. In the snow? But all farm animals were supposed to be housed indoors by now. Especially in these harsh winter conditions.

Luis got quite curious as to why there might be bleating in such harsh conditions, so he followed the bleating, eventually spotting the source: you, a lamb. Bleating and crying in the snow, calling out for your momma.

Luis felt a pang of sympathy You were a mere lamb; he couldn't do anything harm to you. He couldn't just leave you out to freeze to death.

So he hesitantly came closer to you, trying to not cause you to be even more upset or even frightened as he was aware that he was a fox approaching a lamb.

"Hey hey hey, carñio, shh, you're alright. Calm down... What's a thing like you doing all the way out here, corderito?" He attempted to soothe you and quieten down your bleats and cries.