[The foxes grumble a little more, but Kurama shoots them a look that shuts them right up. "Apology accepted," the white-toed fox says, nose in the air like he's doing them both a favor, and then he gets back in line.

Kurama would sigh, but right now he has an image to maintain.]

I was showing them the way out of the Far Shore. I'm not sure how much of it you've seen yet, but given the circumstances I found them in, I suspect they'll do better where most of the people are still alive.