She was beautiful standing in the snow with cherry blossoms swirling about her feet. Tears frozen upon her cheeks glittered like crystals. Time existed east of the new moon but here there was only silence. It had been her Grandfather who taught her about the herbs and old ways. Still he died before she completed her training. It was up to her to perform the dangerous ceremony of shape shifting ...alone. Keiko knew she might never survive and if she did it would not be as she now was. He caught the feather as it drifted down. Shaking his head in frustration he could not shake the visions crossing his mind. Masamune, the warrior, was told he would fight as a brother with the foxes. His adventures bring him in conflict with barbarians, a demon and face to face with the father he believed had died long ago.
The mountain people were known for their great spiritual powers. They held the power of life or death. Could the hearts of the travelers prove true or would the most gruesome of deaths be their destiny? The battle that ensues forces everyone to show their true self allowing only the one true heart to survive. To stand alone or together, forever united in fate with one whose heart is full of hate.