My New Friend A Fox

While walking in the woods near Toronto, I accidentally came across a fox stuck between some rocks. He looked scared and helpless, but his eyes shone with cautious hope. I slowly approached him and, trying not to scare him, freed him. The fox looked at me carefully, as if memorizing me, and then silently disappeared into the dense undergrowth.
Since then, I often go to that forest and every time I catch myself thinking that I am looking for his red figure among the trees. Recently, I met him again. He was standing at a distance, not running away, but simply watching me like an old friend. At that moment, I decided to give him a name Rusty, because his fur resembled the color of autumn leaves.
Now, every evening, walking in the forest, I hope to meet Rusty again. Perhaps he also considers me his friend.