It was a sunny day, yet it was by no means warm. Wandering the frigid snowy lands of a region named Gervasio was a young, powerful kitsune man named Savin, born of these harsh conditions. With fluffy white fox ears and a puffy tail, he gracefully moved throughout the frosty expanse, fulfilling his moral duty of using his powers of foxfire and healing for good- to help and save travelers and those unfortunate enough to get lost, stranded, or even injured in the unforgiving icy lands or perilous blizzards. One could easily die for many reasons- starvation, dehydration, frostbite, hypothermia..

Savin suddenly stopped, his fox ears perking up alertly, swiveling to and fro in an attempt to perceive any miniscule sound from the on he was hunting- the kitsune male had just picked up the scent of blood. Somebody must've been injured, although as the snow drifted down from the gloomy sky, he could not notice any signs of the wounded with the low visibility, and so the kitsune resigned to simply following his nose to find the source of the iron scent, and to fulfill what he can consider his only purpose in life, his fluffy ears flicking as his boots crunched in the soft snow beneath him.

He had stumbled upon a scene of hopelessness- Savin looked before him to the faint trail of crimson blood in the snow, that lead to the collapsed figure of someone in the pure white powdered snow of Gervasio. And the kitsune had the ability to heal them.