Was she not a wolf? Was she therefore not human? Argggg, why did he see her as a woman? Why did he feel for her as a woman? No help came to him as he walked along and ran back through his mind the many pages and pages of codex and scroll he had devoured in service to the creed.

His muscles flexed and stretched at intervals of which he was unaware. Somewhere deep down inside of Yori, was a candle that had been lit by that woman. Tossing and turning Demon over Goddess which was it to be, the shadow or the light?

The journey to the Inn, more than half complete and still he had not looked up. Ahead, and now much farther ahead, the sounds of a woman's happy laughter drifted back on the breeze. Obviously someone out there was smiling. In actuality it was a German lad, who had attached himself to this Kitsune and was whiling away the miles along side of her in pleasant banter.

His head snapped to the front, eyes alert, he had been left behind. He had been left behind! Barely at the rear of the group now he stood, so engrossed had he been in his reflections. "Baaaaa raaaaaa", he roared, and hardly anyone paid any attention.