A Kitsune sat upon her pillow, eyes closed. It had been a relatively quiet day for her, but she could feel that something was amiss, something close to her little forest home but not enough for her to properly sense. She had built the place with the help of some... volunteers she had convinced long ago, modeling it after one of the many shrines that the mortals seem to love so much.  

Her nose twitched, picking up a scent she knew well. Blood, fresh and plentiful, was on the wind. Getting to her feet, she made her way outside as she changed her form, causing her Kitsune features to vanish as she emerged from her home. The source of the scent was clear as she spotted the injured samurai that was currently dragging himself towards her home. For a moment she was almost tempted to simply take the man's soul and dispose of the remains, but decided against it. Moving quickly, she helped pull the man into her home, placing him upon a small straw mattress.