The dark night enshrouded Central Park in Manhattan, where in the lonely depths of the dense forest, far away from the streetlights' reach, the warm light from a food stand spread out.
Sitting atop the table, the little Nine-Tailed Fox cocked its head, gazing at the female proprietor, then suddenly leapt over, landing on the woman's shoulder, sniffing around.
Little Nine-Tailed Fox: "It's a familiar scent."
The voice of the little Nine-Tailed Fox was peculiar, resembling that of a dog, yet also a cat, but it clearly wasn't human speech.
However, when it spoke, text would appear in a dialogue bubble over its head, and from the way the earlier customer acted, it was apparent he could understand what the little Nine-Tailed Fox was saying.
"'Charming Voice' perhaps..."
The Nine-Tailed Fox once had an evolution called "Charming Voice," which allowed it to understand others and speak in a way that directly conveyed its meaning to listeners, perfectly bridging language barriers.
