He licked his paw, stood and with a nod, loped away across the hill. The man turned and started down the slope to meet the question that was coming.
The fox looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then sat and curled his tail neatly. “May I make a suggestion?” he asked.
The man stood, and turned slowly to face the sensation of waiting coming from behind him. To his surprise, it wasn’t the pack, waiting for his decision. Instead, his eyes met the fox.
There was a feeling of waiting coming from behind him, but he wasn’t ready to turn around yet.
There was no good choice to make. One way meant putting them in peril. The other way meant sacrificing his peace of mind, maybe forever. He stood perfectly still, weighing the air, inhabiting the long moment before the decision.