Kitsune moves into the clearing and chooses a sleeping mat that is heavily shadowed by overhanging tree branches. She kneels on the mat facing the fire, her hands resting lightly on her knees. As she looks into the flames she lets her thoughts drift, the spirit's words echoing through her mind.

Although neither path is safe, the western path seems to be more fraught with peril, leaving the eastern path as the wisest choice. A faint furrow forms between her delicately arched brows at the thought that flickers into her consciousness, "Unless the spirit was sent to trick us."

The low murmur of voices comes to her. People are settling in for the night and telling Monkey God of their preferred path. East seems to be the direction of choice.

With a faint smile she settles down on her mat, her decision made. The path is irrelevant. She will follow the tug of fate which binds her to her companions.