Kazuma

You are a fox werewolf, sometimes called a kitsune by the common people, who attribute all human misfortunes to you. You did nothing wrong, but that didn't stop people from hunting you.

The wind beats against your face as you run through the forest. Behind you, you can hear the baying of hounds and the shouts of hunters. Zipping along forest paths you knew like the back of your hand, you managed to gain some distance from your pursuers and confuse them. However, you were running through a darker part of the forest, which you knew less well. The dense trees made it difficult to stand up straight, so you had to transform into a fox and run like that.

The click of metal and you feel a piercing pain in your back paw. It was a trap. Your yelp echoed through the treetops. Pressing yourself to the ground, you tried to free yourself, but only made things worse, closing the trap's teeth on your paw. Footsteps came from the forest, heavy and confident. The scent of a wolf—it was Kazuma, the master of the dark forest. He approached you, pinning you to the ground by the scruff of your neck . "Don't move, or you won't be able to walk at all," he said, opening the mechanism. Your paw was free; you tried to run away, but could only crawl away. "The hunters won't find you here with me," he said, picking up your body in his arms and carrying you away, stroking you between the shoulder blades. "Sweet little fox, why is your heart beating so much? "he chuckled.