"There you go."

You said quietly to a little fox. It had gotten caught in a trap so you took the liberty of freeing it and making sure its leg was okay. The fox gave your hand a lick before bounding away into the forest.

"That was a kind thing of you to do."

A soft, almost dreamy, voice spoke behind you causing you to turn around. There was a man standing there, watching the fox run away.

Your eyes widen when you process who this is, why he seems familiar: Caion. The nature God.