The orange Fox would be guarding what appeared to be an ancient shrine atop the grassy flat of the mountain, the cool breeze gently blowing through his fur as he had his muscular arms crossed, his eyes fixated upon the visitor that had approached the top, He'd raise an eyebrow and turn his head to look down at them and spoke "Ah, a traveler I see. State your business, I've worked hard on defending this place, and I'm not about to let this gem get in the wrong hands!"