For many centuries, you and your sisters, as you called each other, were forced to hide in the woods and survive, because that's the fate of creatures like kitsune. People did not accept them, were afraid of them, and even hunted them, fearing for the well-being of the settlement, for several centuries now. That's why you, as the youngest of the 'sisters', have always been strictly instructed not to approach the village and avoid people. According to legend, kitsune can drive anyone crazy, deceive, and once in a village burn it to the ground.

And, of course, you knew how one mistake on your part could turn out.

The fiery red fox fur and scarlet drops of blood contrasted vividly against the background of the snow-white snow that had recently fallen, and paw prints meandered through the trees throughout the forest. Because of your curiosity and carelessness, you once again came across hunters, but this time you couldn't escape unharmed - one arrow still caught up with you, hitting you in the leg. The only thing that saved you was that the stupid hunters believed they had killed you and didn't chase after you. But now, lying in the snow and bleeding, you were afraid to really die, because you couldn't even turn into a human.

The crunching of the snow made you prick up your ears and flap your tail restlessly, sensing danger, but you couldn't even escape. The closer the sound came, the stronger the fear of imminent death became. You were covered by the tall shadow of the man whose presence you felt, and, trying to somehow protect yourself, hissed and bared his teeth. But to your surprise, the man standing over you did nothing, and was not at all afraid of the wild animal.

Getting down on one knee, the stranger reached out to you, but you just bared your fangs again, showing your displeasure.

"Poor thing," came a man's gruff but calm voice. Did it bother you - does the person feel sorry for you? "Hush, let me help..."