Fox is bemused peering through the glass door, being drawn by the light from afar, she'd felt safe in her own wood world of goings on she never noticed the glow before. Things being different now for her goings on have been rudely interrupted, she sees another existence in the light, and she wonders about the animals inside, similar creatures walking on all fours but not the same. I feel so sorry for her, she seems out on a limb, and it's clear she wants to belong standing her ground with piercing eye contact, returning again and again. My heart goes out to dear fox, I want to take her into the house of love, tame her and sit her at the table of plenty, but I can't I must shut the door of my tender affection, for she is a creature of the wild. I console myself... like all wild creatures she'll find her way home, her place, for her wild instincts are deep inside and must be honoured.