healer / inari & hoshi
One of Inari’s messenger foxes hadn’t reported back to him at the time he was meant to. Usually, it meant the foxes had gotten themselves in troubled, or injured; if a fox had been killed, Inari would have felt it immediately. Inari took his car out and, in human form, retraced the steps his fox would have done on his usual routine. Now the Chief of Police, Inari adorned the uniform; the badge in his wallet, and the utility belt because, as much as Inari could do as a God, he didn’t really have long range offensive powers. He found the fox in an alleyway of the city, but with a boy haunched over him. Inari’s eyes widened, becoming wary. What had this boy done to his fox? Was he some kind of fox killer? People of all nations somehow thought foxes were pests, and the thought made him on edge. “What are you doing, kid?” He asked quietly, as to not startle the boy in case something bad happened to the fox.