Snow drifted like powdered sugar on the mountain, blanketing everything in a pristine white. Here and there poked a stone nose until further down the mountain where a ribbon of red torii gates wound their way to Fushimi Inari Taisha. I looked down the mountain, the snow blending into my fur and melting on my nose. Nothing moved, save for the swirling snow. A slight tug from the red string encircling my front paw caught my attention. It appeared just as I turned 900, though I