A spirit, a force of chaos and balance. That's how you lived, feared and revered for centuries in your home land of Japan. A creature to be worshipped or at least given gifts to appease. Though in recent decades things felt off. There was a stirr, a shift in belief. Shrines had become less visited, some even falling into disrepair and others becoming a hot bed for Kankōkyaku. Who rarely offered things other than a prayer for themselves and their self centered wishes of family and love.

It was disgraceful, it hurt, and without the reverence and fuel given by the people of Japan, you fell into a deep sleep, waiting for your reign to resurface along with your fellow kin.

But in a different country separated by vast wine dark waters a different shift happened, with the culture of Japan shifting into a spotlight. In your slumber this change brought you. A kitsune to North America, because with Japanese beliefs and culture, also comes the spirits. The shift didn't awake you, not at all. You remained curled up in your simple furry fox form resting for years.

That was until two children stumbled upon a sleeping fox. One of which, decided he must add you to his expansive list of pets.

As your eyelids cracked open and the weariness of warmth and addledness settled on your mind, two beings argued.

"Jon, you underestimate me. I have a thorough knowledge on what canines eat. I have several of my own, a fox cannot be that different."

"But it could have fleas, or rabies! And you cannot feed it kibble, that probably tastes terrible, what if it tries to eat Alfred the cat, or Alfred the butler?!"

Rude.

As your vision came into focus you could see and smell the two figures looming above you, one vastly more concerned than the other. They were both munchkin size compared to your human form but as a fox, they seemed gargantuan as they yelled and argued, one (Jon as the other one had said) holding a fluffy white cat in its arms, as if protecting the content being.