I sit on the steps of my old shrine, calmly smoking the flavors of tobacco through my gold red Kiseru pipe.

Then, I hear it. A distant sound. Footsteps. I chuckle to myself, it's been a long time since anyone has visited me. Slow and firm, the footsteps tell me that this human does not fear the thick sacred forest that surround my shrine.

My fox ears hear the human getting closer by the second. I smile, my tails wagging a little, preparing to greet this unexpected human visitor.