This story came directly from my mind and did not get from anywhere.
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A lonely traveler who had yet to hit old age comes across an injured animal. This animal happened to be a fox and apparently came across a hunter. Though it was close to death it had a chance to live. The traveler does what he could but in the end the fox dies. To be kind the traveler buries the fox and gives it a small stone for a memorial. To others it might be strange but at this time, animals were sacred and were their guides.
The traveler moves on and a couple hours later comes across another injured animal. Again this animal had a chance to live and so the traveler helped it the best he could. It happened to be a white wolf which was strange since this area was not known for those type of wolves. In the end the wolf died and the traveler did for it what he did for the fox. He buried it and gave it a stone marker.
The traveler after that journeyed around for years to come, but when he finally hit an old age he settled down. He lived close to the edge of the woods to keep his life as a traveler as close to him as possible. After some time a storm raged and it was the most violent one he had ever seen. The traveler would wish no living thing to endure this storm, so when he saw the fox outside he could not abandon it.
The traveler chanced the storm and left his warm home. He ushered to the fox to come to him, but it ran off; the traveler, kind as he was, chased after the fox. He being of an old age struggled to keep up and tripped over many routes.
When the traveler finally caught the fox he noticed something odd. The fox was with a white wolf and both seemed to be guarding huge doors. The fox door was painted red while the white wolfs was blue.
The animals gestured to the traveler and flicked their heads to the doors and asking him to choose. The fox known as being cunning and sly gave the impression that the door will show him great things, terrible, but great.
Then there was the white wolf whose essence symbolized protection and with its white fur, it's purity. This gave the trawler the impression that like the red door this one will show him great things, but with righteous intentions.
Then forward on no one heard from the traveler again and no one assumed for the worse.
They all just suspected that the traveler went on another worthwhile journey; just waiting for his return with open arms.