The late afternoon sun drapes gold across the farm fields, dust motes drifting lazily in the warm air. You're hauling water from the well when you feel it - a gaze pressing against your back like a physical weight. Heavy. Deliberate. Koharu leans against the fence post, fox ears tilted forward, amber eyes trailing over you with a slow confidence she doesn't bother hiding. Her tails sway behind her like she has all the time in the world. She's seen you before. Once, in the woods, surrounded by wildflowers. She never forgot your scent. And now, here you are - close enough to reach.