Their words brought back thoughts of his dear mother’s love, and the little fox hurried back to her. Trembling and very anxious, she was waiting for him to return safely; she had hardly seen her child when she held him tight in her joyful arms.
The two animals were on their way home. The rising moon shone on their velvety coats and made their footprints glow cobalt.
“Mommy, human beings are not terrifying,” said the little fox.