The foraging session in the grassland wilderness was abruptly interrupted by a sudden heavy rainstorm — before the red fox could find shelter, it was enveloped by dense raindrops into a damp, cold curtain. Its fluffy reddish-brown fur was soaked by the rain to cling closely to its sides; it stood still on the rain-soaked grass, a hint of frustration over the disrupted foraging lingering in its demeanor, as it let the cold rain wash over the wilderness’s greenery and enshroud this moment of its solitude.