The Ninetales looked like it was going to greet you, or at least you figured so since it wasn't doing anything wicked to you yet. The fox lowered its head even lower until it parted those skyscraper-like blades of grass and its snout dominated most your vision. If you were feeling game enough, you reckoned that you could even reach out and touch the moist-looking nose because it was that close. The Ninetales took a few sniffs from above that nearly blew you off your feet before it rose upward again and stared down at you, a satisfied expression coming across its face.
Still not sure what to do or think, you simply stood there under its watchful gaze before the Ninetales opened its mouth to speak...
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