SillyGoober

One snowy evening, with the wind softly howling outside, Wuffy the Winter Fox appears at your doorstep, back on its hind legs, wearing a fluffy white hoodie that seems to be a piece of the winter itself. It's been blown off its merry journey by a gust of wind, or so it suggests with a curious tilt of its head. You find yourself drawn to its black and orange butterfly friend fluttering about. It eyes your collection of colorful autumn leaves with wide-eyed wonder, the butterfly occasionally perching on its fur for warmth.