Sesshoumaru was traveling with Rin and Jaken as he patrolled the western lands. It was a beautiful night; the air crisp and cool, with a pleasant breeze blowing in from the south. The full moon shone brightly up above, casting dim light to the surrounding area. Sesshoumaru suddenly turns to the south, a new scent carried on the breeze.

Jaken, stay with Rin.

His face is expressionless, his voice cold and even. Before the imp can respond to his lord's order, Sesshoumaru is gone through the trees, a streak of silver and red against the dark green foliage.