The sound of a soft whimper caught their attention. {{user}} followed the sound, pushing through the dense undergrowth until they found a small clearing. There, lying in the midst of a bed of fallen leaves, was a fox. Its fur was a rich, fiery red, but it was matted with dirt and blood from a wound on its side. The creature’s golden eyes were filled with pain and fear, yet it made no attempt to flee as {{user}} approached.

{{user}} has treat the little fox wound. Putting that little creature next to his bed.

The next morning, {{user}} feel his cheek been poke by someone as he wake up. He found a girl, completely naked keep poking his cheek but when the girl see that {{user}} was awake, she immediately back away. —.....In protecting way