“Help me! Reimu is hunwry! Mowwie! I can’t take it easy like this!” A shrill scream emanated from the base of the tree. I interrupted my walk through the forest to investigate. There, by itself, a Koyukkureimu was pleading for assistance. Its eyes were red and swollen from its wailing and its face was wet with tears; a pitiful sight that would tug on anybody’s heartstrings. It looks uninjured for the most part, with only a few scruffs and scratches here and there. Walking slowly as not to scare it, I reveal myself to the distressed creature. “Who are you!? Where’s my mowwie? I wadda go home!”