Marcus groaned with fatigue and exhaustion as he finally took the last final step up, and it took a great deal of effort not to collapse on the spot. Before him was a sprawl of sleek stone paving tiles, each square and uniform and neatly slotted together, and he raised his head to come face to face with the destination of his tiring journey; Kokatsuna Shrine.

Before anything else, the adult goat straightened his back, his legs wobbling and begging for rest, and he blogged his journey by pulling out his phone and switching over to the camera, holding it up with both hands. He has to turn on the flash to make sure the camera can even pick up anything; the sun had set around an hour ago, and were it not for the lamps lighting up the stairs up to the shrine, he would have tripped multiple times in the dark.

"Alright..." He began talking, his voice low and riddled with tiredness, with a thick American accent hailing from the northern states. "So this was the way up, and jeez, look at it...well, you can't see much in the dark, but trust me, there were so many steps..."

He made a gesture in front of the camera before he turned to show off the temple in full, letting the phone pan upward to see it from the bottom and up. A giant Torii gate stands in front of the shrine, with at least a handful of metres between them, and despite the ascent, the Shinto temple was pretty much, maybe only one large room at most, but it was immaculately kept even though it was so far up. The paved stones were straight and wide and led straight under the gate up to the shrine, the edges lined with slimmer rectangular strips of stone. There was a small courtyard, minimal and tiny, that led up to some stone steps-- though from where Marcus was standing, he couldn't make out the other details.

"There it is...Kokatsuna Shrine," The goat sighed. "The rumours say it's the most elusive Shinto shrine out there-- hell, some even say that people head up these steps but never see it...though I dunno if that's real or not. Hey, maybe I'm lucky?"

He turned off the recording and hovered for a moment, phone in hand. He was mostly doing this for a fun video he could post on PupTok later, but it was also to show his friends back home too; after all, only someone as lucky as him could have rich parents who let him take a solo vacation to Japan for a couple of weeks. For a moment he stood and took in the sight of it-- little lit torches more or less guide him on the path up to the shrine, and whilst he appreciated the sight, he did kind of regret coming up so late at night. He'd have to go back down the mountain if he wanted to get to his AirBnB at the village near the base, and that was an hour's walk, at least. He probably should have left earlier, but...well, he was here now.

Marcus wandered and took in the sight as he approached the shrine, his hooves clopping loudly against the stone as he walked. He felt stuffy in his hoodie and three-quarter shorts, and he unzipped the hoodie down the front as he walked, revealing a basic black shirt beneath, a colour that blended nearly to his grey, bordering on smoky blue, fur. As his gaze passed over the torches by either side of the path, his eyes inevitably fell upon the shrine, and he blinked-- was someone sitting there? He was sure that no one had been there just a minute ago.

A shrine about the size of a small cottage sat framed between two lamps that had thick, larger 'roofs' on them, giving them a distinctly Japanese appearance. The main central area of the shrine, raised up on a couple of steps, would have normally been closed off by a set of hinged doors that were riddled with square pieces of glass, making them almost entirely see-through, but at that moment they were open enough to reveal a stone pedestal, with a small box as its base. A tinier shrine sat atop the pedestal, with Shide-- zig-zag pieces of prayer paper used to decorate holy spaces-- hanging from its top and around the outside of the Shinto shrine. There was clearly some sort of room beyond, but Marcus couldn't see into it; the door behind the shrine was shut tight. His eyes drifted over it, taking it in, before he turned his attention to that which had confused him; sitting at the top of the steps, on their knees facing the shrine, was a young, three-tailed white fox.

Marcus didn't want to intrude, so he just observed, at least for now, from a distance. It was hard to tell if they were a girl or a boy from where he was standing, and most of their figure was covered up by some kind of robe on their top half, but from what the goat could see in the dim light, their legs were bare. They knelt, their paws sticking out from under their tails, and a thick braid of red rope coiled around the base of their tails, twisted and knotted into a big bow shape that extended outwards from their slender hips. The back of their head was simple, with no extra fur, and they had distinctive tufts that stuck out from either side of their face, giving the impression of cute cheek fluff. Their three tails were still and quiet, and the fox's hands were joined at their chest in prayer. Marcus felt strange, like he was intruding, so he did his best to mimic the cub-- he put his own hands together and bowed politely, closing his eyes to 'pray'...though to what, he didn't really know. It just seemed polite to do the same.

For a while there was silence. Marcus was hoping the fox might notice him and speak up, but he kept his head bowed down, lost in prayer-- was he going to be doing it all night? The closer Marcus looked, the more confused he was; he was sure the boy wasn't wearing any pants, but sat on the ground without a care for the cold that was starting to set in. Marcus inevitably couldn't just stand there awkwardly-- he feared he'd be there forever.

"Hey, um..." He began, relaxing a little when the Fox didn't seem to jump. "Are you praying out here all alone? Do you know the people who own the shrine?"

The fox slowly shifted in his seat, his hands lowering, and Marcus watched as the boy leant forward and pushed himself into an all-fours position, before getting to his feet. Marcus would have gotten a shot of the boy's backside if the multi-tailed fox hadn't kept his tails pointed down when he stood, but when the boy turned to him, he was in for a surprise. The cub was, as he suspected, not wearing any pants, and the goat's eyes widened as the boy stood before him, his young humanoid dick on display, so tiny above his coin-purse balls. Now that he was standing, and Marcus could see his face, he didn't blame himself for being a little confused about his gender-- despite the very obvious male-inclined genitalia, the boy was distinctly feminine and girlish, even in his facial features.

"I, um, uh..." Marcus spluttered on instinct as the boy revealed himself, and he watched as the fox patted down his front, brushing across the kimono-style top he had covering his torso and arms, before nodding his head. At first, Marcus didn't understand, but it quickly dawned on him.

"Oh, you...to the first question? And the second?" The fox-- though it is more accurate to call him a kitsune?-- nodded once, then again more firmly, confirming that he was alone, but was also familiar with the area. Marcus hummed, tilting his head to the side.

"Are you not that talkative?" At his question, the boy didn't seem to know how to answer, and averted his eyes. Marcus noticed how bright and colourful they were; not quite red, but closer to a milkshake pink. It was alluring, and a little mysterious.

"You're uh...not wearing pants," Marcus remarked, watching as the boy silently looked down. "Is there a reason for that?"

The kitsune, once again, didn't respond, and he instead awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and turned, looking back toward the shrine. He seemed to be looking at something, but Marcus couldn't tell what...instead, all he could do was stare at the boy's ass. He was slender, cute, petite...and frankly, Marcus has always had an attraction to cubs. He'd never spoken about it to anyone, kept it to himself, never indulged...but if the boy was truly here alone, he didn't know if he could hold back his perversions.

He stepped forward, getting a little closer to the cub as the boy stared over at the shrine, saying and doing nothing. When he was close enough, and he reached out his hands, putting them on the boy's shoulders. He felt the cub stiffen beneath him, tensing up, but he lowered his shoulders and inevitably relaxed when the goat didn't do anything else. Marcus, however, didn't stop there; he slid his hands down after a few moments, stroking across the soft fabric covering the boy's arms, and eventually moved to his hands. He didn't grab them, but instead tried to sneak underneath them, touching around the boy's hips.

"You must be cold," Marcus murmured as he moved, slowly getting onto his knees as his hands trembled. "Here, I'll warm you up..."

His hands curled around the Kitsune as the boy squirmed a little, defiantly enough to make it clear he wasn't particularly into being touched, but his efforts didn't throw Marcus off, nor did the cub keep it up for long-- he slowed after Marcus kept the boy pressed to his chest for a handful of moments. Marcus lingered there, if only for a little while, before his hands started to drift down. He was sure the boy knew what he wanted, and the cub's attempts to put his small hands atop the goat's own to tug them back up confirmed that, but he was powerless to stop the man from eventually drifting past his hips with one hand, moving toward his crotch.

A shaky breath exhaled from his muzzle as he nestled his chin against the boy's shoulder and his fingers touched with that tiny package, so soft and delicate. His heart was pounding in his chest, his nerves threatening to get the better of him as his digits cupped around those tiny nuts, feeling the way the cub's loins twitched purely on instinct from being groped, whilst all the way the kitsune's body told a different story, rigid in his embrace. Marcus took in a breath, nostrils flaring to the scent of Sakura petals, and it drove him wild. They were up here all alone, no one would know if he did what he wanted, and the boy certainly didn't sound like he was going to complain.

"Mmh, that's it...that feels good, doesn't it?" He mumbled, stretching his fingers out to press the weight of his palm against the young package, feeling the heat of it against his fur and skin before he curled his digits and went back to toying with the little finger, playing with it between his thumb and finger. He stroked it back and forth, but it barely stiffened from his attention, though did twitch under his touch, and the quiet, barely audible grunt that came from the boy's muzzle wasn't necessarily one of discomfort.

With careful movements, Marcus withdrew his hands and grabbed at the boy's hips, squeezing and directing him, though it would have been more accurate to call it manhandling. He got the boy to start crouching again, but instead of his knees meeting the cold stone, his behind did instead; Marcus turned him around so he could get access to his front, and laid him down on the ground so he could explore the fullness of his body without hindrance. His hands greedily moved to the edge of the boy's half-kimono--- Marcus thought it was called a haori-- and the fox put his hands on the goat's wrists, trying to stop him, albeit not strongly, from lifting it up.

Marcus doesn't say any words to soothe or encourage the cub to be more receptive-- he's worried that any perverted words might remind him of what he's doing. His hands cup around the boy's hips, around to his legs, and with a tug he spread them, making the boy show off what he had beneath. To his surprise the fox, who had at first been pretty flaccid and hesitant to his touch, was starting to get noticeably hard-- at least, enough to look a little stiff, like he had a half-chub. Watching how he throbbed here and there was making Marcus so ungodly horny, but his eyes and intentions were elsewhere, at least at that moment.

The goat's mouth bowed down, along with his body, and with his hands pushing the haori up to reveal some of that fluffy white stomach, he moved his muzzle to the boy's stomach area, brushing his lips against it. His curved horns, shaven at the tips so they wouldn't be sharp and painful, threatened to prod at his sides as the man drifted his mouth down, and the Kitsune's legs squirmed beneath his chest when Marcus inevitably passed his stomach and down to his pelvis. He could hear the boy's shaky breath, his apprehension, yet despite that, those small hands atop his head barely pushed all that much, as if he were hesitant to tell him to stop. Marcus clung to that thought and let it guide him.

With his trailing tongue, Marcus danced the fleshy appendage along the top of the boy's pelvis, mere inches from his crotch, and he smeared his tongue against the white fur, his heart skipping a beat when the fox sucked in a breath and his stomach tucked in, a quiver running through him. That encouraged Marcus to finally trail lower, and with a groan of intense need escaped from his muzzle as his lips brushed against the cub's loins, tasting his twitching little dick and that fuzzy pouch beneath. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue, and heat pressed to that stiff prick, making it pulse powerfully under his tongue before it drooped slightly, squishing against the boy's nuts. When Marcus withdrew his mouth, his eyes turned down to that twitching length, admiring its turgidness and size-- it was so delicately small.

A groan escaped him, but not one entirely voluntary; it was mostly in part due to the aching in his loins, and the growing, near-desperate need to jerk off, to have his fill, but he knew he needed to take his time. His hands moved to the Kitsune's legs, feeling up the lithe suppleness of his flesh and fur, before he tucked his thumbs beneath his thighs and lifted his legs up, forcing him to spread himself. He didn't look up to the boy's face, but he could tell from the way he wordlessly tried to squeeze his legs together that he was a little apprehensive-- though, now that the floodgates were open, metaphorically speaking, Marcus had no plans to stop. The legs sailed higher and higher until the Kitsune's ass started to naturally lift from the cold stone, and it was only then did Marcus stop and pull his head back, and his eyes darted down the boy's figure, taking in his feminine frame, his slender hips and, finally, the puckered little pink hole between his spread cheeks.

Anyone spying on the situation could have easily guessed that Marcus fully intended to fuck the cub, and to that end, the goat knew he had to at least warm the kid up first. His head bowed down and sailed past what little the Kitsune could see, and for a moment Marcus thought he might have heard the beginnings of a word utter forth from the cub's muzzle, but it was effectively silenced when the warm heat of the man's tongue pressed to that delicate, sensitive flesh. Despite his hands keeping those legs apart, the Kitsune tried to bow his legs inward, putting up some resistance, but Marcus guessed it was an instinctive reaction. He felt the cub's heels batting a little against his shoulders as the man's horns pushed firmly and dangerously against the sides of his rump as, with a long tender sigh and a press of his tongue, Marcus started to explore. His appendage swirled and spiralled around the button, dancing across the trembling, periodically squeezing ring until he started to probe it with the very tip of his tongue, daring to push through.

He heard the boy gasp, felt him shudder and quiver, and with a needy groan Marcus plunged his tongue deeper, sinking it between the taught, squeezing hole and trying to force his way inside. To his surprise, the cub was relatively receptive; his entrance loosened to accommodate him, but clamped down just as quickly around the appendage predominantly on instinct-- it made Marcus wonder if he had done anything before or not, and the thought played on his mind as he sank his tongue in deeper, curling and coiling it around those sensitive insides as he felt the boy squirm. The cub's paws bumped against his back as his thighs tried to squeeze around the goat's head, impeded by his horns, as Marcus's long floppy areas covered his cheeks and brushed back toward his neck as he tried to find the best angle to taste the boy completely.

With careful and methodical movements, the goat slid his tongue back and plunged, using it like a cock as he thrust into the flesh, and in response he felt the delightful spasm of the boy's inner canal gripping around his tongue, instinctively clenching whenever the man's tongue dragged up and pressed at the delicately sensitive spot inside him, making his dick twitch and surge to the point of finally reaching its young full mast, barely a couple of inches in length against his feminine stomach. The goat huffed under his breath as he worked diligently to explore every aching inch of those innards, but his tongue started to ache and cramp after not too long-- he's not particularly used to rimming, and especially not someone so young. He tugged back, his appendage slipping free from the tight entrance, but another appendage would soon be replacing it.

For a moment Marcus straightened and admired the Kitsune's flustered form, his hands still gripping the cub's thighs. The fox was doing his best to either cover his front, by pulling down his Haori, or cover his face, but neither of them really stopped Marcus from taking in everything he wanted to, from his flustered expression to his cute little cock and swishing three tails. He squeezed his hands against the boy's thighs before letting go of one of them, bringing it to his jeans-- a quick tug and adjustment wrestled the button free, and he yanked down the zipper, his heartbeat quickening at the thought of what he was going to do.

After a few moments, he moved forward, leaning until he was towering over the boy's slender form, and his shadow obscured the flickering light of the lit lanterns nearby. The Kitsune looked up at him from between his fingers, not quite having the confidence to look him in the eye, but it didn't really matter to Marcus-- his gaze was snapped down to between the boy's legs, where with one hand the man shimmied down his jeans further, letting them pass over his thighs along with his underwear, inevitably managing to sneak past his knees with a bowing of his limbs. He spotted the boy catch a glimpse of the man's member, turgid and humanoid, and he quickly averted his eyes as Marcus pointedly angled it down, directing it toward the cub's spit-slicken hole. It's clear what he wants, and despite the Kitsune's apprehensiveness at first, it was clear he was into it now.

Marcus couldn't contain himself as the head of his cock smeared down and between those tiny feminine cheeks, and he dragged it up toward the taint and down again, spreading the readily oozing pre-cum across the surface until he settled again at that soft, delicate behind, nudging ever so slightly to gauge how much the boy could loosen. To his surprise, he could already feel himself sliding in, and the intense heat and pressure against the head of his cock couldn't be ignored; he plunged with an eager ferociousness, immediately spearing that young hole, and with a grunt pushed until he was at least halfway in. A shudder rushed through him, a surge of desperate desire, and a manly groan escaped his mouth as he slid back, just an inch, before plunging in again. His throat vibrated with his rolling vocalisations, and at the same time, he heard the young, boyish huffs of the cub beneath him as his ring gripped tightly, grasping around his invading length.

The stranger Kitsune's insides were like heaven; he was warm and inviting, and his spread legs and flushed expression were so intoxicating to look at. Marcus, in his eagerness to fuck, however, actually felt more inclined to lean forward and cover the boy's body with his own, curling inward to look down at the gap between them as he pushed forward, pressing himself deeper. He propped himself up with an elbow as the other gripped to those white-furred hips, and he relishes the way in which the boy quivered with each push as he sank until three-quarters of his cock was fully embedded within him. Each nudge, each tug, each twitch of his cock made the boy tense as if he were acutely sensitive to their sex. He was so in tune with their sex, and Marcus was too.

He started to thrust, to begin some kind of rhythm, if only because he was so turned on that he needed to stimulate himself. His hips rocked and pushed as the Kitsune kept his face covered, his muzzle agape as he huffed and panted, his tiny body clenching as his toes curled and his other hand, that had once been hiding his crotch, now grabbed onto Marcus's upper arm to steady himself-- that was mostly because each thrust made his body jiggle, each steadily rougher thrust threatening to push him across the smooth stone.

"Oooh fuck, you're so tight, so good..." Marcus mumbled, barely above a whisper, as he continued to thrust. At first he was careful and methodical, not wanting to hurt the boy, but as he pounded his hips into the cub and the Kitsune didn't let out even a single whimper of discomfort, he felt a little more confident in picking up the pace. His movements inevitably became moderate and deep, and with it his own noises of pleasure grew, shifting from deep, shaky sighs into swift, sharp grunts that accentuated every other thrust.

Those delightful sensations intensified quickly through his efforts, to the point where he couldn't keep the rhythm for very long without the pressure in his loins swiftly tightening, causing him to slow down-- he wanted to relish the moment, since it was the first time he'd ever fucked a cub...part of him wanted the moment to be special, perhaps even romantic, but he had lofty notions. He stared with lidded eyes at his own plunging hips from the upside-down angle he could see them at, before his eyes and head trailed up, looking down at the Kitsune's face. He could see the boy peeking at him, every so often, but his eyes were mostly closed.

He didn't know why, but he felt drawn into bringing his head down, into brushing his muzzle with the boy's forehead, into easily pushing his small arm out of the way that he could bring his head closer...it wasn't quite an instinct, nor was it a craving, and yet he found himself kissing the boy straight on the lips. He pressed to him, and felt the boy's muzzle part to accept him willingly. The fox squirmed against him, and Marcus stuck out his tongue, letting it touch the other's own, and a surge of intense lust cascaded up the goat's spine when he took it all in; the taste, the sensations, the sounds...he didn't want it to stop.

His hips quickened, his cock plunging down, speeding up a semi-rapid rhythm as his breathing became heavy. He could tell from the fox's own quiet panting against his tongue and lips that he was starting to get into it, whimpering ever so slightly against his lips as the goat bounced his hips, his balls swinging, his muscles clenching at he felt himself getting closer and closer. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss and shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth as his body shuddered, warning him how close he was to the point of no return.

His mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions, some shame and frustration, others delight and eagerness, desperate need, but through it all a single word cut through; 'fuck', and only 'fuck'. It repeated over and over in his mind as he pulled his head back, his teeth gritting as he felt the pressure within him swell and grow, reaching an inevitable peak. He couldn't hold on much more than a few thrusts before he thrust forward and climaxed. Thick, ample spurts of cum shot straight into the fox's behind, immediately filling him up and splashing backwards in a way that made the cum easily leak from around his humanoid cock, dribbling down the boy's crack. Each twitch and spurt coaxed thick throbs of cum that shot deep into the cub's ass, up into the most intimate parts of him, and had the Kitsune quivering from the sheer heat and sensual pleasure of it all...at least, that's what Marcus was assuming from his quiet gasps.

The goat hung there for a moment, panting over the top of him, before he slowly pushed his hips forward and kneaded the last drops of his cum into the boy's slender ass, before he dragged back and withdrew-- in his post-nut bliss, he felt a stab of clarity and unease from what he'd just done. If anyone found out about it, he'd be done for, especially due to the fact he'd straight cum inside the boy, and left 'evidence' of his molestation. His hands pulled back as his body did, his gaze snapping down to stare at the boy's spread, used form, and he noticed something that sent a shiver down his spine; apart from the obvious oozing mess of the Kitsune's hole and his cum-slick cock hovering above it, he could see in the dim flickering light the droplets of translucent fluid dotting the hem of the cub's haori.

"Shit..." Marcus mumbled, leaning back, messily brushing a hand back over his forehead fur, smoothing down where it had bristled with the pleasurable sensations. "Oh god, uh, kid, I..."

The Kitsune didn't say anything, but Marcus froze up and leant back on his knees when he watched as the Kitsune shifted and started to sit up, letting his Haori slump back over most of his slender, feminine frame. He reached a hand down between his legs and wordlessly groped at his used behind, scooping and smearing the cum around his thighs and up to his taint, in a way that seemed oddly provocative. Marcus kept his mouth shut as the boy shifted and smeared it all around, before the cub abruptly turned, covering himself with his tails as he rolled onto all fours and pulled himself to his feet. A pit formed in Marcus's stomach, one that made him feel like this was the end of everything. He watched as the Kitsune stepped over back toward the shrine and for a moment bowed and prayed, even as the cum seeped down his inner thighs-- Marcus could see it in the light, and it made his heart skip a beat-- but the stranger didn't linger for long before he reached into the shrine and retrieved something from behind the stone plinth.

"What..." Marcus began, having already started to get up and grab for his pants to pull them up, and he turned to look behind him to make sure no one had followed them up the mountain. The darkness beyond was quiet, and in the flicker of flame, he couldn't see anyone at the top of the stairs. He turned back toward the Kitsune and momentarily jumped when he found the boy already right in front of him already, holding what looked to be a small slip of paper. The cub's eyes darted down and Marcus flushed when he realised his cock was still on display; he quickly stuffed it away and took the slip from him.

"What is this?" He asked, turning it over in his hands. The paper was thin like any kind of office supplies, but it had some kind of different texture to it. It was rectangular and could fit in his palm, but the top was folded inward, with a hole punched in the top centre, looped with a piece of string. The front of it was emblazoned with Japanese calligraphy.

"Charm," The cub speaks for the first time, and despite his feminine features, his tone is distinctly boyish, but soft. "For...protection. And good luck. It's a blessing."

"A blessing, huh...? I guess I should feel privileged...especially given the fact you're finally talking," Marcus grinned, but the Kitsune didn't share it. "Since you're being chatty, could you tell me your name, maybe?"

"...Miko." The boy responded curtly, averting his eyes, and Marcus awkwardly buttoned himself up to keep himself covered, still holding the charm in one hand.

"Miko. Okay. Uh...how old are you?"

"11."

"Damn," He fucked an 11 year old? He didn't want to think about it. "Do you uh...need any help going down the mountain? Or do you live here, or...?"

Miko turned and pointedly wordlessly at the shrine, and the goat put two and two together quickly-- the boy lived here, at the shrine. He'd fucked the kid in front of his own home. Were his parents right inside? No, the Kitsune had said he was all alone.

"Right, well, um..." Marcus glanced up at the sky, noticing it was still dark, but the moon...hadn't moved? "I should head back down and get back to my hotel. It, um...could you keep what we just did between us, Miko? You won't tell your parents, will you? I can give you some money--"

Marcus was already starting to reach for his pocket and rummaging for his wallet, and he raised his head to the boy, briefly faltering. For the first time that night, the kid was smiling-- it was small, and subtle, but the way his eyes creased, and his muzzle turned upward, made it seem like he wanted to giggle. He didn't respond again at first, but he did bring a finger to his muzzle, and then made a gesture of him dragging a zipper across his lips. Marcus understood quickly, and blew a sigh of relief.

"I won't tell," Miko followed up on his gesture, to Marcus's surprise. "If you come back."

"Y...Yeah, of course, yeah! Uh, if that's alright with..." He trailed off, not wanting to bring it up. "Right, I'll come back. Uh, goodbye for now, Miko. Hah, that's weird to say..."

Marcus stumbled and sheepishly brushed himself down, making sure he looked appropriate-- no bits hanging out-- before he turned and headed back down the path toward the steps. His legs felt like jelly, and the imprint of the fox's body, his ass, and his cum-soaked legs, were vividly etched into his mind. His heart pounded even as he walked away, anxiety and fear gripping at him, but also delight, and elation. To come back, to have him again...it was so weird to think he found a 'lover' here. Could it even be called that?

As his mind whirled with thoughts, he had no idea of a figure watching him from the trees and bushes around the edges of the shrine. They stalked with predatory intent, keen to grab and slice him asunder...or they would have, had their son not smiled. Instead, all they did was watch, observing and taking in the Kitsune's newfound friend. Marcus had no idea that the figure was watching them, nor did he even look to take in their radiance-- after all, his jaw would have dropped if he laid eyes on the large, feral Kitsune, with triple the quantity of tails as the boy at the shrine, and with all the spiritual energy of a true, fully-fledged Kitsune.

The spirit watched with earnest as Marcus descended, taking his time...and she, too, took her time to stare. After all, he would be back, and next time she'd be waiting...