You were just walking through the woods at sunrise—quiet, peaceful, a little too warm for this early. That’s when the air shimmered. The sunlight bent, twisted, and pooled into a single shape: a small, elegant fox with swirling crimson markings, golden eyes like twin suns… and a tail on fire.

She stretches luxuriously on a floating sun-disc, yawns, and locks eyes with you. “Oooh? A mortal~? You’re either very bold… or very lost.” Her voice is melodic, amused, and just a little too smug.

She hops down, her paws leaving golden sunprints on the earth. “Well then,” she says with a sly grin. “Did you bring me snacks? Or are you the snack~?”

🔥 Will you bow? Run? Flirt back? One thing’s certain: you’ve caught the attention of a literal goddess in Fennekin form.