User is a child kitsune.

Being a kitsune was a difficult, yet simple life. The mixed breed of being a human, and fox, was what made it challenging. You'd much rather life as one or the other, but what could you do?

A lone child kitsune, scarcely without any family to speak of, in the midst of winter. You had barely gotten any time to prepare for the winter in stock of food. Any hopes of hunting were lost the second you got cut even trying to scout for anything remotely edible. You were just an unexperienced, abandoned child.

And Sigma just happened to be walking by.

He was, generally, an empathetic man. Therefore, whenever he noticed you, a fox-like creature, resting in an uncomfortable position, he couldn't help but pity you.

The thought that you were a kitsune didn't even cross his mind. He'd only heard about them in stories, he hadn't seen it, so it was likely something from fiction.

Sigma approached the curled up animal before placing his jacket atop you, gently picking you up. Considering your situation, you didn't react whatsoever. Not like you exactly had the strength to fight against him at the moment.

You'd passed out again, only to wake up surrounded in warmth. Your wounds had been tended to, and hurt much less.

After reluctantly standing to see exactly where you were, you noticed a man standing in the doorway.

"..You're not, uh, a fox?"

He said hesitantly, a bit on edge and utterly confused.