The tale of the red fox and gray wolf is a story as old as time, and it shall be retold here for new generations to come.
Red fox was a tiny creature with a fantastic flame colored coat, a chest and stomach white as snow, and dainty black paws. But it was her eyes that made the other forest animals call her crafty and wily. She had secrets, they whispered. To look into those deep dark amber eyes was to fall to her sway, and so all avoided red fox and she stayed in her dark den alone, plotting planning, waiting . . .
But no one warned grey wolf who had travelled far from his deep green forest to this dark and dreary one. Gray wolf was a big and fearsome creature; his gray fur was almost silvery in shade, with patches of white and black, but he was grizzled and shaggy with scars from many battles. He had left his pack in search of something . . . .he knew not what but he knew in his mighty heart that something was missing and he had to find it. All he carried with him was the power and hope of home in his eyes, and they glowed a deep bright green, helping him see through the gloomy shadows of this forest.
The mouse squeaked in fright of him and dove in their hole before he could speak. The porcupine threatened him with his quills if he came near and the badger told him he had no place here.
Dejected, gray wolf tucked his tail between his legs and lowered his head in shame. He had come so far and chased this SOMETHING relentlessly. He lay down under a tree ready to give up and close his eyes forever when a gentle “Who?”
Gray wolf looked up to the branches and saw a snowy owl perched there. “If you can find red fox’s den, she will help you find what you are looking for.”
“Is this a trick?” Gray wolf wondered.
Snowy owl replied, “Finding her den is the trick!” And with a great flap of white wings, snowy owl flew away.
Sitting up on his haunches, Gray wolf cocked his head to the side and gave the option some heavy thought. Hope, he decided, would guide his way forward.
He returned to the mouse and put his big paw on its tail so it couldn’t run, “Where is red fox?”
The tiny mouse shook in fear and cowered before Gray wolf gave a small nut to nibble on. Surprised the mouse squeaked out, “In her den far to the south!”
Grey wolf switched directions and loped through the mists and shadows until he noticed a bobcat cornering the porcupine and so intervened and saved the quilled creature.
“How can I thank you?” exclaimed porcupine.
“Show me to red fox’s den,” said gray wolf.
“I will take you to the ourtskirts of it, but not to it directly. No one goes there.”
And so their journey began, all the while Gray wolf lifted his nose in the air and occasionally pawed at the earth so he could find his way back if he had to do it alone.
Along the way they faced much rocky terrain , but no true dangers. Other forest creatures stayed in the foliage and shadows of the dark forest whispering why the big wolf was here and others quietly spoke of the cunning red fox, but porcupine never answered gray wolf’s questions concerning her, but a voice answered him in a hiss.
“You arrrre gooooing the wrrrong waay . . “ Grey wolf let out a low rumbling growl seeing a snake coiled up on the rock ahead, and porcupine scurried past them both spooked by another voice.
“You are going the right way,” and badger came out of the shadows, “but you will need to give red fox a gift for her to help you.”
“What kind of gift?” Gray wolf asked, finally looking at badger, but when he looked back to the rock the snake was slithering away.
“I don’t know, no one has given her one, and you are a fool for going to her,” responded badger.
Gray wolf insisted, “I need to try!” but badger was already gone, swallowed by the shadows.
The wolf with eerie green eyes searched in vain for porcupine too, but the mists of the dark forest was playing with his vision and soon he was lost and alone. Not even the marks he made helped him now.
With a forlorn cry, gray wolf howled to the sky.
“Why do you cry to the sky, did you loose something up there?” said someone behind him.
With hackles raised Grey wolf twisted around to face whatever that spoke to find a small red creature sitting on her haunches, tail wrapped around her back paws.
“Ahh so the whispers were true . . . big wolf with the forest for eyes was looking for me . . .” there was something slick to her tone.
Gray wolf was unafraid though, for Red Fox’s eyes glowed in the shadows to bring some brightness to the gloom. They reminded him of the sun on a cloudy day. He spoke slowly, tail wagging slightly, struggling to look away and failed. “I came looking for something . . .”
Red fox agreed with a cunning smile, “And you just found it . . .come follow me . . .”
And that was how Gray wolf found Red fox and they had many
many adventures together.