The Bracken Woods the end of the world was quiet

The ashen plumes rose steadily into the heavens, warning all that the once-dormant beast had awakened. It was this omen that drew Chausiku into the Wilds. She'd never seen a mountain blow its top before. Molten rock that glowed like liquid fire crawled down its sides. The battle between Hilaeusi and Nondofir was reaching its apex, and this was the aftermath. She was needed here.

A shrill cry pierced the air, its owner sounding small yet far from young. Its utterances were clearly a prayer of some kind, but it was not to Hilaeusi or any god she knew of. Intrigued, Chausiku followed the voice on swift feet. She was surprised to discover a snow-white fox to be the source, and she had half a mind to make a meal of it. Prey was a rare sight nowadays, and she'd lost much weight in her travels. Yet, at the same time, she was curious to know more about him, about his beliefs. He wouldn't make a filling meal anyway, especially split between she and her companions.

So she stepped forth with no ill-intent and asked, To whom do you pray, white fox?