One should usually tread with caution when approached first by one of the oni kind. In her experience, they are often unpredictable—relying too much on brute strength rather than guile to solve their problems, and tend to become an utter menace when intoxicated. However, not all abide to that unruly stereotype. Some prove themselves to be civil upon interaction, nor that they speak to others with an air of superiority as one would commonly expect from one of the strongest yokai.
The vixen, of course, is bold enough to be the one who approaches the crimson oni firsthand. Her confident strut and self-assured calm expression come off as fearless. Though bereft of her more overt vulpine features at the moment, the gleaming golden glint within her gaze, narrowed black slits of her pupils and upturned tilt of those eyes are clear enough to hint the inhuman nature lurking beneath her human skin. As sincere acknowledgement is apparent in his tone, it seems that her presence here had earned his approval. Only a few dared to approach an oni first, but she simply does so, unwaveringly calm in her approach.
“Hehe… were you perhaps expecting someone taller?” Constantly having to tilt her head up just to meet his eyes is starting to become a bit of a nuisance. “Well, to be fair, I am indeed, approaching you for some friendly talk, Koujaku-sama.” The name and title, spoken with reverence, and his guess may as well as be correct. She is keeping her ears alert for every information that she could get from a resident crimson oni, a prominent guardian of this mountain range. “But first… a drink?”
In her hands, a bottle of shochu and a pair of sakazuki cup are at the ready. “Would you like to talk over some sake? This is some very strong one from down South, the Satsuma.”
