Fushi picked up his blade and sighed. Looking up at gray mist that covered the dark blue sky, he yawned and stretched. The cold mist swirled around him, alive and hostile. The large fire burning in front of him failed to keep him warm. He was drained of energy and tired, very tired. Sheathing his sword, he walked away from the fire, in the direction of the woods. He whistled sharply and he heard the anticipated stamping. Walking over to his steed, Fushi brushed it and patted it's snout. Untying Shini, he brought it over to the fire. Throwing water over the fire, he mounted Shini and rode off, leaving the smell of burning human flesh behind.