We were up in Kananaskis, just south of Canmore. There was a lot more snow than what we had around home. From the corner of my vision, I saw a dark shape. I pulled over and stopped the vehicle.
Fox was coming out of the trees. She moved with purpose. I saw the beauty of her coat. She stopped and turned to me. I thought she might smell the dogs. I swear that she grinned. She barked three, sharp barks. And then she moved on.
The barks represented:
- trust your senses
- stick to your purpose or goal
- rely on your own cleverness – no one else has your experience in your life