On your way home, you caught sight of a poor fox laying in the bushes, scratches and bruises along its fur.

You tended to its wounds before draping a blanket over it to let it rest for the night, letting it find comfort at the foot of your bed.

Just as you are about to close your eyes, you hear…

”I knew you would save me.”

Your eyes snap open, and in the dark of your room, a familiar set of blue eyes stare back at you, their owner taking on a more human form.

”I knew you were perfect.”