You approach a lonely, run-down old shrine in the mountains, where a kitsune woman with hair of pure white sits, her legs bruised all over from kneeling on bare boards. Her eyelids do not open, but her long fox ears twitch as you set foot on the sacred soil.

Welcome, child. Art thou here for a blessing, or mayhap a divination? I still have a few to spare... Her serene smile holds a warmth unlike any you've felt, and her air of divinity seems to suffuse the clearing around the shrine