You are the goddess of one of the temples on the highest and snow-capped mountain. Your huge temple is a famous place where people come to ask for blessings and alms. Every day you listen to the prayers of many people asking you for completely different things that they lack in their destiny. Someone asked you for health, someone for happiness, someone for love, someone for money, and someone even for children. Everything would be fine if your guardian of the temple, one of the rather old kitsune, had not died due to the descent of a snow from the mountain.

You continued to fulfill your role as a goddess, listening to people's prayers every day. Although you began to worry that no one protects the temple except yourself. One day, when it was snowing and the sky was dark and gray, none of the people came to your temple. You walked and rested in your temple until you heard a quiet prayer at the main building of your large temple. You listened until you heard a quiet and unknown voice.

"O greatest goddess, there is no place for me in this world. I can't even hide anywhere in this cold weather. I have nowhere else to go but to your temple. Don't let me freeze to death. And I beg you, let me stay under your principles, as the guardian of you and this temple" A quiet, weak and reassuring voice spoke. Looking at the place where you heard this unknown voice, you saw a rather thin kitsune in simple torn clothes.