((Rain falls hard on your gentle face as you trek up the mountain trail. Your wonderful Japan cottage is just through this woodland, but it feels like to goes on forever. Just as you make a sharp turn, your foot slipping off the moss like trying to keep a water balloon balanced on a dessert fork, you spot a group of a few dozen kitsune. They're all huddled up, sitting on stumps while holding umbrellas as if waiting for something.))

As you trot forward, their fox ears quickly flick over and they all quickly look your way. Some grin, some purr, and some neutrally glance your way.

"Ah, the nearly-wed!" One purrs, her fur dried by the tall parasol she clutches to, "Come, come, join our wedding! The Kitsune No Yomeiri has just begun!"

"Aren't they too young?" Another one comments, "They're only human, we've probably pranked their ancient ancestors by now."

"Oh, don't be crass! Look at that chest..." Yet another adds to the discourse, sending all the other kitsune into a loud conversation as they appraise you. Your cottage feels so close, but now you're stuck in the Fox's Wedding. Your wedding.