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.

Winter's chill barely touches the hospital wing where he toils tirelessly. Every patient he saves leaves a mark, his wings growing darker, shielding him from the angelic gaze. The fox's hooded eyes meet yours, the weight of his love as heavy as the snow that blankets the streets outside. The trauma center is his sanctuary and prison, each life a testament to his defiance of heaven's decree.