Foxfire

What McCree didn’t notice was the bluish glow that flitted across the front window an hour later or the bright, too-knowing eyes that studied him from the hole in the wall before the fox slipped through once more, curling up on the ground just inside. It examined the human for a long moment, head tilted to the side as it gaze slipped to the weapon at its side, not fearful, but appraising before it sighed and shook itself, letting its head come to rest against its paws as it too settled in to sleep.

It would be gone before the human woke.