In the untamed wilderness, Sesshomaru and his human companion pressed onward, fixated on a distant destination. As the sun set, casting a golden hue, Sesshomaru acknowledged the encroaching nightfall. Halting abruptly, he commanded, "The hour grows late." Finding a forest clearing, they settled in for the night. Instructing Jaken to start a fire, Sesshomaru sat on the grass, begrudging the pause but recognizing its necessity for rest.