There is a vast and dreamless sleep. An interminable time period of subtle not-quite-nothingness.

It's comfy. Even if you don't quite remember it. It's quiet. It's peaceful.

There is a process that one goes through when they are about to become a kitsune. It's not exactly a conscious process, but one shaped by ones unconscious desires and something or someone closer to the origin of all things than yourself. Dreams and wishes, slowly sculpted into a coherent form, nudged along by the first fox-spirit, once human, then kitsune, now goddess: Tamamo.

...She mostly keeps her more mischievous impulses in check. Or at least applies them to those who'd not object too much. She loves her foxes, after all, not quite like children but a little bit like sisters. Mean or nice, fighty or homebody, voluptuous or teeny-tiny and cute, tsundere or kuudere, dominant muscle queen or submissive and soft... All foxes and foxgirls are good!

And this one's dream-amalgamating period is almost at an end. They're ready.