He’s not quite at liberty to assess the situation to any credible degree just yet, unknown as many factors here are - for the time being - unknown to him: this ‘disturbance’ itself is still very much a mystery, for one thing; so early on, too, has he yet to determine what it was that had flickered past him but a moment ago. Undeniably, however, this (whatever ‘this’ entailed, exactly) would be his source of entertainment for the evening.
Fortunately enough as far as the (at-present) spectator is concerned, the position of that ambiguous shape is realised before too long: he’d seen the shape for but a second, yes, and out of the corner of his eye at that, but nevertheless has he managed to discern that it has - for some reason or another - travelled inside that…old cottage, rather peculiarly. Indeed, he can’t even hazard a guess as to what could be of interest inside, the place having been abandoned long ago, but this particular mystery isn’t admittedly one he cares much for ─ the Shape (as it’s to be known for this short while) will little doubt re-emerge before long on the account of the cottage’s emptiness, and so he sees no need to follow it inside. (He’s tended to avoid the dwelling as a rule of thumb, too: he’s never once seen the former inhabitant post-death, but he would prefer to stay clear of opportunities to offend her all the same.)
In the meantime, he takes to lighting himself a candle so that he might be able to get a better look at this Shape ─ and as good timing would have it, no sooner does he have himself a source of some light than he’s able to identify his company for the evening.
Yet that he seems to have the company of a wolf is honestly the least interesting developments; it’s certainly not the most interesting development in light of what follows. Frankly speaking, what specifically happens eludes him, for - he doesn’t note without puzzlement - only half the spectacle actually appears visible to him: he continues to see the wolf, and it would only be impossible for him to have missed (what he can only regard to be) the freak changes in weather ─ as he plays the part of audience, though, he appears quite nonplussed by everything, despite the whole display being fantastical even by his standards. He watches politely, perhaps, seeking not to disturb the event simply because he doesn’t quite understand everything, and it’s only once several seconds have passed following its conclusion that he’s brought out of his reflection on what he’s just witnessed.
That he might be able to assist in one way or another doesn’t yet (though, frankly, nor is it likely to ever) occur to him, lacking in any sort of prowess practical in combat he knows himself to be; regardless as to whether he’s aware of it, he also has something of an aversion to even the mere idea of physical conflict: that his body - affected only by time - remains so well-preserved is a blessing enough. What he does believe, however, is that it’s quite possible for him to at least do something in order to help resolve whatever it is that’s come to disturb the forest, whether that be the wolf or that which the wolves opposes. In any case, the last thing he thinks to do is to stand idly by and simply watch any longer.
Accepting that he can’t yet be certain of the interloping creature’s alignment in relation to his own interests, he’s sure to make his approach neutral: he neither steps urgently towards the other lest she decides to rest only a short while before continuing, nor treads too cautiously lest he startle.
There she goes, a yawn escapes her as she now sits. She paws at her muzzle, scratching at it. She briefly takes a short break, ears high in alert. They seem to twitch, as if tuned in to nature. The Goddess ponders of why the kitsunes decided to invade Europe. Was it because they yearned to stir up trouble in foreign land due to bordem? It was understandable, nevertheless unjust. At least this small mission given to her would allow for her to be out in the field again. It's possibly been a century in the least since she has breathed in that native scents.
She sneezes, and she paws at her nose now. Shaking her head as she grimaces at the scent that she picked up. It smelt dead and rotting; possibly charred. Joy. She removes her rump from the ground, and sniffs - her attention not on the straggler who decided to watch the slow moving performance. She stretches one paw out toward the East, in the direction of where she smells the charred flesh - whether it be human or animal and trots to see where it is. After a few minutes of search, she discovers it to be a messily buried human - burned to death. The flame long put out, and it's possible that who ever it was has been dead for about a day or two now. Whatever malevolent being did this - she did not know, but she could do one thing.
Taking the Celestial brush, and with a unseeable hand - a burst of flowers bloomed over where the corpse had been. The decay no longer lingered and it was replaced with lush fields of grass and flowers. She always enjoyed doing that, and she'd do it whenever she could. Currently, there was no kitsune in sight - not yet anyway. So, she decided to enjoy the moment.
