Yukikaze had been traveling for quite a while before she made it to the small village of Fontain, the last resting stop before the two-day-long trek to the city of Kingsmill.  She had been traveling for nearly the full day, having left at dawn, and the sun just barely still peeking over the horizon when she arrived.  The town was small, but a popular stop for merchants and travelers as it was next to one of the larger trading routes to Kingsmill.  As Yuki wandered into the town, the streets were mostly empty, most people heading to their homes to rest up before heading out to the fields.  The inn she passed was just as full and noisy as one could expect from a popular rest stop, however, and it sounded like someone was playing music, to the obvious enjoyment of the patrons.<br/><br/>This far to the west, kitsune were almost never seen, so Yuki got her share of curious glances and shocked stares as she walked through the town.  Her garb, too, was quite a bit different from the local styles, making her stand out even more.  Aside from a pair of young men whistling at her, however, no one bothered her as she went through the town.