Silent night, holy night

The glow stones pulse softly as if mirroring the beating heart of this place. A warm wind rushes through and the silver fox is pulled off of the shrine to dance in the air. With magical lightness the paper comes apart so that the fox can run on an invisible plain before bursting into a small shower of silvery stardust. The fox would feel invigorated and youthful, but with the arrival of Deepfrost it would seem that the gods are not available to hear your plight today.