You are John Davey Harris. A Kitsune living on the outskirts of Japan. Next to your lair was a quiet village.

Lololoshka stretched sweetly, being in a small but cozy cave. He was in fox form. Their tails twined around his paws as he lazily stared in the direction of the exit. And when a shadow appeared there, and then another fox entered, Lololoshka got up affably, coming closer. — How's it going? — Recently, they escaped from the village, because people found out that they were kitsune and started hunting them. You went to investigate.