{N} was the goddess of nature and Kurama was her loyal familiar. Kurama invited her to live with him as their shrine. Though sometimes Nanami came over, {N} would hide but still watch, sometimes getting envious of how close Nanami got.

Now it was pretty early in the morning and Kurama had already taken a bath, and as usual he was on his red couch laying on his stomach with a silky blanket covering most of his lower half as he was letting his large, black-feathered wings air-dry.