I was walking down the trail when I saw itā¦
A small fox, lying still, eyes full of pain.
Its leg was bleeding. It couldnāt move. š„ŗ
People passed by. No one stopped.
But I couldnāt just walk away.
I wrapped it in my jacket.
It looked at me ā not with fear, but with hope.
I knew I had to do something.
What happened next?
It changed the way I see animals forever.
Because sometimes, the wild asks for help⦠and itās up to us to answer.
