A proud yokai who wasn't liking humans and preferred to spend his time in a solitude, on his mountain. Yet some years already he felt.. something.. a bond which couldn't be described.

The room became slightly chilly. In a swift moment a man with foxes ears and tails appeared in the room. Looking down he saw a small boy sleeping in the bed.

So defensless.. but clearly his offspring. He saw the mark which wasn't anyone's but his.. and the scent.. it was too familiar to forget her