The Bracken Woods burn the witch

The scent of the fox was easy to pick up, though the boar ignored it for some time before he realized that it had drawn closer to him. It was only then that the wandering pig realized why the scent had been so obscure before. The slender creature passed through the brush and appeared within eyesight. Bits of white protruded from a thick layer of mud, causing the fox to look like a beast of the swamp instead of a clever hunter. Were it not for the words that were spoken, Iwa would have likely openly laughed at such a vision.
 
‘Be ye without belief?’
 
A piggish snort was issued in response. The boar looked visibly confused at being asked such a thing. He recoiled his head and narrowed his eyes on the stranger, hoping to know what it was that he meant. “Belief in what?” Iwaizumi inquired gruffly. He knew the magics of Kaji, but only because the fiery spirit dwelled within him. What more was there to put his faith in?