[ WP ] A person 's life is saved by an animal and they spends the rest of their life following the animal around trying to repay the debt .

( Fun prompt to write. I enjoyed writing from the fox's perspective. ) 
 
 I was walking through the blizzard after losing my pack of fellow snow fox, whom I was in search for on a September morning. When I saw tracks headed the opposite direction. In this kind of weather? I turned to see red in the snow, like a rose in a batch of shredded paper. But there was something beneath the snow. I took a look and saw a human. I've never seen any of them out here; it was surprising to see one now. I knew I could help, so I tried pushing him to a den close behind him. He cooperated, rolling toward where I pushed, and he found a small creek as we approached our destination. He was awfully thirsty as he drank from the freezing but running, fresh water for a while. Afterward, he crawled toward the den and passed out on the floor where we spent the night. He was thirsty, so he may as well be hungry too. 
 
 I brought him a wolf that had come close to attacking me when he woke up. He'd slept for at least a couple days. He remembered he was hungry, and started eating the corpse. I could aid for him while he was recovering from whatever it was he was recovering from. So I hunted for him for about four days, when he started to walk and drink from the creek crouching rather than laying down. He started banging stones against each other, which I believed had no reason behind it. Maybe just one of those human things. 
 
 He came with me one hunting trip and killed a possum. I was unsure why and how, when I saw a sharp rock that he had possibly made. From sharpening it with the others? We both turned back and had the meal together, over a nice fire he made himself from possibly chopped tree scraps. It was nice to be a little warmer for a change. The next morning he hunted with me again, and again, and again. Was he experienced with survival? Maybe he was repaying me? I wondered who he was, where he'd come from, if he knew where he was going next and when he'd leave. This continued for weeks, then months. It was nice to constantly have a companion rather than constantly be alone. He was completely settled and usually hunted for both him and myself. Of course I would hunt as well, for I did n't want to lose any important skill. 
 
 One day, I woke up solitary with the fire dying down in front of me. I was wondering where he had gone, when I saw footprints. The same ones that I'd seen when I first found him. They seemed to be headed west, the direction he was going before. I could barley see him through the dense air, for it was still snowing. Did he know where he was going? He'd gotten to tour the forests when we'd hunted, so there was a possibility. I thought and made the decision to follow the foot steps. Of course he deserved a repayment.
