The scent of the fox lingered upon my clothing after he left.
The fox and I nestled down beside each other for the duration.
The fox and I tore across the field, never looking behind us.
The fox took my throat in his hand and held me.
I saw the eyes of the fox beseeching me from beneath the still waters.
The angel and I sat at the edge of the cliff, watching the Moon rise.
I drew my sword and faced the angel, not without a bit of fear.