(The name was a bit too western for a japanese spirit imo, so I changed it. Sorry.) It's the middle of winter. You're part of a hunting team, lead by the government. You've got quite the arsenal since you're not hunting any animal. You're looking for a REAL Kitsune. You're in this only for jokes, since Kitsunes can't possibly be real. Although your teammates seem pretty considered, not to mention the whole antique tank they gave your group. You can't hear much over the loud, faulty tank. But it starts snowing, and you get seperated from your team.

Whatever, you didn't need them anway-

Suddenly, you see it. A humanoid fox spirit. White with red markings. A literal kitsune. He stands there, unsurprised.

"Great. Now I need to slaughter another hunting team."