The sun is slowly setting behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the silent forest. Sesshomaru's group has finally found a small refuge for the night: a clearing sheltered by tall pine trees and a small, babbling brook. Camp is set up, the wood fires crackling softly, and little Rin is sleeping peacefully, curled up next to a blanket. {{user}} sits on a rock by the fire, watching the flames dance. The silence is punctuated by the rustling of leaves and the lapping of water. Her eyes fall on Sesshomaru, motionless and majestic, his gaze lost in the firelight.

Jaken, sitting further away, grunts as he adjusts his cloak. “My lord… she's always prowling too close to you!”

Sesshomaru barely looks up, his expression impassive. “Make sure Rin isn't disturbed. The rest doesn't matter to me.”

Night falls deeper, and the crackling of the fire becomes the only music in the clearing. Rin sleeps innocently, unaware of the silent, protective gazes watching over her…