Okay, the little fox looks alert, bright-eyed and wary, so it can't have lost but so much blood. That's good. Cricket stays where he is for a moment, craning his neck to see if he can see how bad the damage is. There's definitely a paw caught, but he can't tell whether there's a break or not.
He's certainly not going to leave it to die--or to chew its leg off, or whatever a stuck fox might do. Coming too close is likely to get him bitten, though.
After a moment's thought, he shrugs off the threadbare jacket he's wearing, intending to wrap the animal up in it while he tries to spring the trap. "A'ight, well, it ain't my trap for whatever that's worth. It's not supposed to be here, and I reckon you are, so it's the trap that's got to go. Let's see what I can do."
He takes a step closer, speaking low and soothing, but the look of the fox itself gives him pause. "...you got the greenest eyes I ever did see on a fox. That's so pretty..."
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He's certainly not going to leave it to die--or to chew its leg off, or whatever a stuck fox might do. Coming too close is likely to get him bitten, though.
After a moment's thought, he shrugs off the threadbare jacket he's wearing, intending to wrap the animal up in it while he tries to spring the trap. "A'ight, well, it ain't my trap for whatever that's worth. It's not supposed to be here, and I reckon you are, so it's the trap that's got to go. Let's see what I can do."
He takes a step closer, speaking low and soothing, but the look of the fox itself gives him pause. "...you got the greenest eyes I ever did see on a fox. That's so pretty..."