The sun was slowly rolling towards the horizon,painting sky with soft tones of pink and gold,merging into a warm,almost magical evening. Dante walked along forest path,with his characteristic ease and relaxed confidence. His cloak,reflecting the glow of sunset,fluttered behind his back,his arms were crossed behind his head,and his expression was carefree,like that of a man enjoying peace and freedom. The reason for his walk was simple,like most of his decisions: rumors of a demon that appeared in these places. The locals whispered about a terrible creature that woke up at night and dragged unwary into darkness. Dante,with his usual smile in response to this warning,said only: "Who else but me should do this?"

Nature around him was winning with its sounds. Birds gradually gave way to trill of evening crickets. His boots stepped lightly on the soft ground,strewn with leaves and moss,which muffled sounds of footsteps. The air smelled fresh after a recent rain,and he inhaled it deeply,enjoying every breath. This world was so alive,so real,but at one point an odd but pleasant sound reached his ears. Singing. It's so soft and melodious that it seemed like it's part of nature. But it's something else. Dante tilted his head,listening,and his eyes lit up with curiosity. He turned in the direction of sound,feeling how the forest seemed to lead him - the trees became sparser,the ground - flatter.

Finally,he emerged into a clearing,bathed in the last warm rays of day. In middle of clearing stood a figure - a kitsune. Their silver hair shimmered in sunset light,as if the sun itself had woven these strands. Nine fluffy tails swayed softly behind them,as if responding to an invisible rhythm.

Dante froze,a smile touched his lips. He wasn't going to break the peace of this moment. Just standing there,in the comfort of the trees,he allowed himself to enjoy this spectacle. An elusive peace filled his heart,and it seemed that even forest itself became warmer,welcoming the meeting of two such different,yet mysterious creatures.