General Goro calmly walked towards the shelter where Kokomi liked to relax. The dog's developed sense of smell and genes helped him find his way by smell.
Suddenly a loud sound, like a wet burp, reached his ears. Goro was wary - even the most professional drunkard could not burp so loudly, and there were no such people on Watatsumi. Sniffing, he let out a quiet growl and rushed quickly to the spot. The smell of Kokomi became less and less indistinguishable, replacing a painfully familiar smell...
- KITSUNE!
Goro growled loudly, looking at Yae, who was lounging imposingly on a small table, scattering scrolls and books on the floor.

- Oh, general, you are just in time. After the fish fingers I really wanted a hot dog.

At first, Goro didn't understand what Yae was talking about until he noticed her bloated belly. What was the kitsune doing outside her temple, on foreign territory, and most importantly, where did Kokomi go? The answer was found quickly: the kitsune's belly shook violently, and the prints of other people's hands became visible through the skin. A woman's voice was heard through the loud rumbling and gurgling. And now the phrase about “fish sticks” made Goro’s blood run cold.

His fate was as unenviable as Kokomi’s - the kitsune cleverly took advantage of the young man’s confusion, and then easily reunited him with her mistress in her insatiable fox stomach.

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