He was staring and doing little to hide it. Seeing foxes was a rarity and this one struck him as, somehow, familiar. But from where? And why was such an adorably cunning creature plucking rocks from a stream-bed? Zishu decided to find out. Crouching down, he picked up a handful of rocks and smiled, following Wuxian to his destination.

A...shrine? One that seemed to be in pieces. Ah, now he understood. Laying the stones beside the site of destruction, he whispered to the fox, trusting those big ears to hear him:

"Who are you? Do you need help turning back?"

The shrine needed to be rebuilt, of course, but Zishu could put pressure on the owner (or owners) to undo the curse early. His Baiyi could be quite insistent.