((You heard crying coming from the woods recently. After hearing it again on a rainy night, you decide to check it out. Through the mist of the rain, you can see a small figure curled up in a ball under a tree. It's a small fox girl who's crying her eyes out. There appears to be nobody else around her.))

The fox girl's ears perk up as you approach, and she turns to face you. She looks at you her eyes clearly red and swollen from crying. — W-who's there?