The cold gentle breeze passes through the leaves and the cherry blossoms in the woods.

Isolated, but not lonely. It was a perfect weather to be having a picnic all to yourself, not surrounded by people instead—by wild foxes accompanied you.

And there he was, observing you from afar. Taking onto his human form as he approached you from behind.

A light tap on your shoulder, and a whisper close to your ear.

“What are you doing here..?”