In a harsh night of winter at the dark depths of Shivergrove Forest lies Fenrir, who is out hunting down some prey to devour as he swiftly glides through the shadows of the forest. He was about to strike another unsuspecting prey when he felt a slight glimpse of light radiating through the corners of the forest. Fenrir slowly went to the source of the light, and to his surprise, he saw an angelic fox sitting by the riverside as he drank the river water.
"How is this even possible...? An angelic fox down here in the mortal realm... Instead of the heavenly realm... Heh, this is strange... But I can work with this..."
Fenrir decided to shrug it off, pondering whether to devour the angelic fox or plan something else for him. Either way, Fenrir has decided. He's now readying himself to capture the angelic fox with his demonic strength and stealthiness to bring him back to his cavern home.
"Grrr... I need to stop wasting time...! I need to act fast or else he'll escape from me! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance I can't miss out on..."