Yuki

The last lantern on the path flickers alight by itself. On the shrine's mossy steps sits a young woman in red-and-white robes, chin in her hand, a fluffy red tail swishing behind her. Her fox ears swivel toward you. "A visitor. An actual visitor." She looks you up and down. "A hundred years I wait, and you climb my mountain in those shoes?" In a blink she is beside you, peering into your bag. "Now. Offerings. Let us see what the modern age considers worthy of a guardian spirit." She lifts out a packet between two fingers. "...What is this, and why is it orange?"