--The Climb--
From his lofty perch, Inuyasha surveyed his surroundings. Where was she- she was supposed to be here hours ago...
Then suddenly from below him, he heard panting. What on earth could possibly be making that noise? It was almost the new moon, too- damn these weak senses. He frowned- he didn't like not knowing what was going on. His fingers itching towards Tetsuiga, he crept towards the far side of the tree and peered down. Nothing- yet that god-awful noise continued. It sounded like a dying pig.
Slowly but surely, the noise grew louder- and more pronounced. It seemed to be coming from...
Whipping around, he stepped out onto a limb. Suddenly, Inuyasha looked down. There beneath him was a sweat-soaked young girl, clinging to the branch for dear life.
Gasping for air, she managed to wheeze out: "You could've helped."