"Kagome-san? Kagome-san!"

Startled into awareness by the quiet voice, Kagome shot up off the futon. "Agh! I'm sorry, Mama, I didn't mean to oversleep!" she cried, still half in a dream as she glanced wildly around the room. Blinking the last dregs of sleep from her eyes, the miko belatedly realized that she was not at home, and the black haired woman standing at the foot of her futon was not her mother. "Gomennasai," she apologized again, flushing bright red and looking away.

The servant girl giggled softly, hiding her smile behind a manicured hand. "It's all right, Kagome-san. Hattori-sama wanted me to inform you that breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes." With a bow, she silently backed out of the room. "I will wait outside to escort you to the dining hall."

"Thanks!" Kagome flew out of the bed and darted over to her yellow backpack, digging around for clothes that were decent, or clean at least. Finally, she decided on a white button-up blouse and a sky-blue skirt that was a little more decent than the one she had worn the day before. It was a little too school-girlish for the occasion, but it would have to do. When she was ready, she hurried out of the room, Kirara bouncing up and onto her shoulder.

The servant girl escorted her down the hall, up a small flight of stairs and down another hall. Kagome was well and truly lost by the time the servant announced that they had arrived. Gesturing to a grand set of doors, the servant indicated that she should enter quickly, as they were running a tad late. Kagome nodded and went inside.

The great hall the servant had led her to was richly decorated like her room, except on a much larger and grander scale, with elegant silks draped on the walls and gold gleaming wherever one looked. Several youkai were seated in the middle of the room, resting upon cushions similar to the ones that Hattori and Kagome had used the night before. The soft whispering of the door alerted them to the miko's presence; they all looked toward the door with varying degrees of interest. Kagome flushed slightly, embarrassed by the probing stares.

"Kagome! I am glad you could join us!" Old Hattori rose from the far end of the arrangement of youkai before her, hobbling over to wring her hand like they were good friends. "These youkai you see before you are the last of the Inu-no-Taishou's original retainers and servants; the rest are either long since gone from here or in the Other World, Kami guide their souls."

Kagome listened with avid interest and gave a polite bow when Hattori finished talking. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she stated. "I'm glad you've decided to take me seriously."

One of the youkai chuckled softly. "Well, Hattori-san trusts you, and he's always had rather good judgement."

"Not always, Tsuwabuki," Hattori amended. "Thank you for saying so. I think Kagome is precisely the person we need in this situation. After all, a miko's eyes can see things even the youngest of youkai cannot. Maybe she can find what we lost."

"I don't remember telling you that I'm a miko," Kagome interrupted. "Did I?"

Hattori snorted softly. "You think a miko can walk into a youkai castle and not be noticed, young'un? Sure, some of the young rips here are blind to what's obvious, but this old inu-youkai can still sense a lady of light."

"Oh. Right. Anyway, how can I help with this?" she asked.

"It is too early for business," another old youkai croaked. "Sit down, miko-san, and refresh thyself." Kagome nodded eagerly and took the empty seat beside Hattori.

At that moment, several small doors set in the walls opened and servants started entering the room. Several trays were set in the midst of the youkai, laden with all sorts of food and drinks. Swift and sure, the servants were there and gone almost too quickly. If Kagome hadn't known better, she might have thought that she imagined the whole affair.

An hour passed during which nothing was said, as each person helped themselves to breakfast. Kagome nibbled halfheartedly on a peach, eying the youkai in the room with some trepidation. She hoped they were all as nice as Hattori, or her investigation was already screwed. Kirara mewed softly and rubbed her head against Kagome's cheek, trying to lift her spirits out of the shadow of doubt that always seemed to be lurking behind her these days.

When breakfast was finished, the youkai sat back and regarded Kagome with more interest than they had shown when she had entered. "Now then, how are you planning to help us, Kagome?" Tsuwabuki asked.

"Uhm..." Truth be told, Kagome hadn't really thought about how she was going to start her investigation. Thinking back to the few detective shows she'd glimpsed over the years, Kagome pondered over what might be the best approach. "Well," she started, hesitantly, "I think I want to get a look at...at the place where Izayoi's burial urn was kept. Maybe the thief left something I could trace."

The youkai muttered to each other, sometimes throwing glances in Kagome's direction as they conversed. Snatches of their colloquies drifted in and out of Kagome's hearing range:

"...already did that..."

"...maybe she could..."

"...don't think the thief could've..."

"...Izayoi-sama's shrine..."

Finally, after several minutes of dark murmuring, the youkai made their decision. "We'll let you look at Izayoi-sama's shrine, but we ask that you please do not disturb anything. The younger youkai in this castle are riled up enough without suspecting a human of being in on the robbery. Hattori-san, would you show young miss Kagome to the shrine?"

"Of course, anything to put an end to this." Hattori rose creakily and gestured to Kagome. "Whenever you're ready, my dear." Eager to start her quest, the miko nodded and rocketed to her feet, Kirara wobbling slightly on her shoulder. Hattori, after making sure that Kagome was indeed following, turned on his tail and exited the hall.

Compared to how long it had taken Kagome to reach the eating hall, the walk to Izayoi's resting place barely lasted five minutes. A tiny hallway leading off the main hall ended in a small door that hadn't seen a visitor in a long time. Hattori reached out and touched the aged wood reverently, his face solemn.

"Izayoi-sama's shrine rests within this room. Ah, it pains me to see it looking so lifeless. If I had more time to myself, mayhap I could visit...then again, I suppose visits are worthless right now." Hattori blinked and sniffed before turning to Kagome. "Forgive this old dog and his rusty memories. You may go investigate now, but I must say this; we've looked through this room a dozen times and still haven't found anything."

"Well, maybe you need a fresh perspective," Kagome replied. Then she strode past Hattori and opened the door, releasing a puff of musty air from within the shrine room.

Izayoi's final resting place was a lot simpler than the rest of the castle. The walls had been painted red once but were now faded almost past recognition, and if there had been gold filigree it was long since gone. There were no silks, no shoji screens, no nothing. A small altar had been set up beneath a tiny square of a window, the light illuminating the temple-like contours of the sculpted table. Kagome walked over to it, careful to keep her step slow and respectful. Even though Izayoi's ashes were not present, the fact was that this was where she rested, and Kagome had been raised to always respect the dead. Kneeling down in front of the altar, Kagome began to study the place where the ashes had been. It was easy for her to tell where it had rested, since layer upon layer of dust had fallen over the shrine in the many decades since Izayoi's death, making the one clear spot the place where the urn had sat. Incense holders sat on either side of the dust-free spot, though the fragrant sticks they had contained were nothing more than crumbled dust. The whole shrine had an abandoned feel to it, as if it had been many years since it had last had a visitor. Which, judging from what Hattori had told her, was probably the case.

Kagome felt a pang of sorrow throb within her heart. Her thoughts went to her father, killed in a car accident when she was small and sent to rest beside his mother. Every year the Higurashi family visited him, cleaning his grave and setting flowers in front of him so that he would still be a part of their lives. That nobody did the same for Izayoi, and that nobody would allow InuYasha to do so (for Kagome knew that he would) was more than sad, it was plain wrong. Kagome bowed her head, then lifted her hands and clapped twice before holding them together in prayer. Maybe Izayoi's ashes weren't here right now, but that didn't change the fact that this was where she was now, regardless of where her remains were at the moment.

'Izayoi-san, I wish I could have met you. From what Hattori-san and Myouga-ji-chan have said, you were a person with a heart that was truly kind and benevolent. I am going to find your ashes and return them here, to the place you loved the most when you were alive. I'll do it for you and for your son, who I love with all my heart.' Kagome sniffed slightly as she rose, feeling a little better now that she had shown this neglected grave a little respect.

As she was rising, however, something suddenly nagged at her. Kagome's brow creased slightly as she considered the altar again. Something...was wrong. There was something on or in the altar that wasn't supposed to be there. What could it be? Kagome reached out with her reiki, letting it cover the altar like a blanket as she searched.

There! A small piece of twisted youki glimmered dimly from the dull contours of the shrine. Reaching out, Kagome put her hand over the source of the youki, feeling something long and rough tickle her palm. Upon removing her hand, Kagome discovered that the source of the youki was a small tuft of white fur, shining brilliantly despite the dirt clogging the coarse hairs.

Kagome's heart thudded in her chest. Surely this was evidence that the thief had been here; there was too much dust and neglect in this shrine for it to be from anything else! Quickly, as though the hairs would vanish if she moved too slowly, Kagome jammed her hand into her pocket and retrieved her favorite hanky. Opening it, she deposited the evidence inside and refolded it, returning the precious burden to her pocket when she was done.

"All right, Kirara, let's get back to Hattori-san," she whispered. Kirara nodded with a small mew, and the pair of them left the room. Hattori was waiting outside, shuffling his feet and looking anxious.

"Did you find anything?" he asked as soon as Kagome had shut the door.

"I think so." Kagome reached into her pocket and withdrew the hanky, showing Hattori the small tuft of white fur she had found. The aged inu-youkai sniffed at it, his eyes narrowing.

"Odd...it smells faintly of kitsune. Kitsune-youkai of that particular color don't live in the West: they prefer the North, where there is plenty of snow to camouflage their rather ostentatious fur."

"Then I guess I'll have to head north." Kagome returned the hanky to her pocket once more, then paused. "Um, Hattori-san?"

"Yes, Kagome?"

"Well...if I'm going to head to the Northern kingdom, I'm going to need some sort of mount to help me get there." Kirara mewed angrily and batted at Kagome's cheek as she said this. "No, Kirara, you can't come with me," Kagome sighed, turning her attention from the old youkai to the nekomata. "You're Sango-chan's companion, not mine. If you don't make it back to her in time, she'll get worried. You don't want to make her worry, do you?" Kirara mewed again and paced around on Kagome's shoulder, obviously agitated.

This went largely unnoticed by Hattori. "A mount, eh?" The old youkai looked thoughtful. "I suppose Sesshoumaru-sama wouldn't oppose to me lending you one mount...as long as you gave it back when you were done." He nodded resolutely. "Yes, I think I can arrange that. What about rations? The journey to the Northern castle is no walk in the gardens."

Kagome flinched, remembering how hungry she had been during the journey to the Western castle. "Yeah, I'm...I'll be honest-I don't have any rations."

Hattori looked alarmed. "No rations? How long have you been traveling?"

"Don't ask." Kagome grimaced and abruptly changed the subject. "So, about that mount...?"

"Well, if you want to head over to the place where we keep the animals, I can show you to their holding area while I get your supplies sorted. Does that sound all right?"

"I'm okay with that," Kagome agreed. Hattori smiled slightly and led her away, glancing back at the dilapidated door with an air of regret lingering in his old eyes before turning away.

Fifteen minutes later, the bright sunlight of the courtyard dazzled Kagome. She quickly scrubbed her sleeve across her eyes, trying to clear the sunspots from her corneas. When she had finally managed to clear her vision, she could see that Hattori was already some distance ahead, so she scrambled to catch up, then stopped.

"Hattori-san, could you wait for a minute?" she called. "There's...something I need to do."

The old inu-youkai stopped too. "All right, Kagome. Try to hurry."

With a small sigh, Kagome walked a distance into the courtyard and stopped in the shade of a sakura tree. Kirara leaped down from her shoulder and wound herself about the miko's ankles, mewing sadly at what was to come. "I know you don't want to leave, Kirara, but you have to. Sango-chan will get worried about you if you don't return when you're supposed to." Kagome knelt down and stroked Kirara's cream-colored fur, not able to meet the youkai's red eyes. "Please, Kirara. Don't make Sango-chan wait any longer than she should."

Kirara looked up at Kagome, her tails waving behind her. Leaving the miko she had come to love and trust was not at the top of her list of things she knew was right. Kagome would have no-one to defend her when she left, and that just wouldn't sit well with her. Kirara knew that if Kagome had someone to help her while she searched for Izayoi's ashes, then she wouldn't have to work so hard or have to rely on complete strangers for help.

In that moment, the nekomata knew that she needed to find InuYasha and bring him to her. Despite what Kagome said about 'needing to do this alone,' Kirara thought that this was InuYasha's business, and as such, he had every right to know what was going on. Not only that, but the fire-neko suspected that, when InuYasha did figure out what was going on, he would want to either find the ashes himself or help Kagome to do so: both of which were preferable to Kagome doing this alone. So Kirara agreed to leave, though not for the reasons Kagome thought. She would return to Sango in due time, but first came InuYasha. Turning away from the young miko, Kirara transformed in a burst of flames, roaring as she leaped into the air, quickly soaring away from the castle.

Kagome watched the nekomata leave, a dull throb making itself known in the region of her heart. There went the last of her group of friends; now Kagome was completely alone, dependent upon herself and whatever help the West might offer her. It was daunting, but Kagome knew she would have to face this quest with courage and prove once and for all that she was meant to stand by InuYasha and the others. In order to do that, she would have to find Izayoi's ashes and return them to their rightful place.

With a sigh rising in her throat, Kagome turned away from the sky. Hattori was waiting for her, his wizened face solemn again. The ancient inu-youkai didn't speak, knowing that this was a tender moment that needed no reflection on his part. Instead, he started off toward the compound where the mounts were kept, the miko trailing behind him.

"Here we are," he announced. Kagome blinked at the rather nondescript door set in the wall. It didn't look like the kind of door that would secure a compound contain what she presumed were fierce and powerful youkai. Hattori saw her puzzlement and chuckled softly. "They are good and docile beasts that do not attack without provocation. Well..." Hattori trailed off, as if he didn't want to voice the amendment that had just come to him. "I'll get your supplies sorted then, shall I?" Kagome nodded in agreement, so Hattori turned about and shuffled off. Without further ado, the miko pushed open the door to the containment area.

It was kind of like walking into an exhibit at a zoo, or into a small meadow in the midst of a lush jungle; there were a few trees scattered about the small clearing, some flower-bearing, others stronger and older. Flowers dotted the grassy ground here and there, their colorful faces providing a little bit of zest in the midst of all the green.

There were about twenty different youkai that Kagome could see; some neko-youkai, what looked like inu-youkai, quite a few uma-youkai and even some ryuu-youkai. The grass-eaters were lounging about the meadow, sometimes grazing, sometimes snoozing in the sunlight coming down through the open ceiling. The neko-youkai were up in the trees, eying the new visitor with bright red eyes. Kagome shuddered slightly, but moved on, eager to find something quickly so she could proceed on her quest.

Then she caught sight of something rather odd: a stone wall opposite the entrance to the compound. Two guards were standing on either side of the barricaded wooden door, both heavily armed and armored. Kagome drew close to them, curiosity overwhelming fear. Was this the thing that had caused Hattori to trail off after saying 'good and docile beasts?'

"Halt!" the guards cried, blocking Kagome's path with their spears. "No-one is allowed to enter the cage!"

"Really?" Kagome peered at the door, her eyebrows drawing together. "What's in there?"

"Don't really know; think it's just some old beast that went wild after the first lord's death," one of the guards grumbled. "Don't matter, though. Sesshoumaru-dono said to close it off and guard it, so that's what we're doing."

"Hmm. And did Sesshoumaru...sama," Kagome nearly choked on the honorific as she spoke, "say that nobody could visit this beast?"

"Uhm..." The guards suddenly looked sullen, as if the story they had been sticking to had a few more holes in it than they would like to admit. "Well, he said that nobody in the castle was allowed to visit her, and that we should keep a vigilant guard..."

"You see? I'm not from this castle, so I should be allowed to go in, ne?" Kagome felt a small sense of triumph wash over her at the stunned looks on the guards' faces.

"Uhh...all right, whatever. It's your funeral." The guards shrugged and turned about, leaning their spears against the wall as they went to work. The barricades were slowly removed, wooden bars thudding to the ground and chains rattling against the hard stone. Then the door was unblocked for the first time in a long while and the youkai guards were pushing it open, revealing a dark space beyond. "There ya go. If we hear you screaming or whatever, we ain't helping you, got that?"

"Sure, sure." Kagome waved her hand dismissively, trying to control the frantic thudding of her heart in her chest. She sure hoped the youkai contained within this cage wasn't as fierce as they made it out to be. With a deep breath and a silent prayer to the Kami, Kagome entered.

A wave of putrid air was the first thing to hit her. Kagome retched at the scent of feces and rotting meat; whatever was being kept in here wasn't getting well looked after. The next thing she noticed was a massive quantity of iron rings driven into the wall, all of them connected to ropes or chains of some sort. Kagome's eyes followed the fixings as if driven to seek their doom. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the token amount of light trickling in through the miniscule window, then-

Kagome took a step back as the thing bound by the chains snarled and snapped, leather creaking and iron clanking as it tried to approach her. Its midnight fur shone dully in the sunlight, revealing that the creature's fur was caked in mud and dung. Yellow fangs flashed in the light as it continued to growl at her. As Kagome's eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, she could make out the creature's dull eyes, watery and sad-looking despite the fierce growls erupting from its chest. Kagome's eyes narrowed as she took in the shape of its muzzle, the precise shade of its filthy fur, the slanted tilt of its eyes...

"You're a hyō-youkai," Kagome realized. Not only that, but judging from what the guards had said earlier, this was a female hyō-youkai. The hyō-youkai tilted her head at the miko, her eyes confused. "You poor thing...why have they done this to you?" Kagome reached out, intending to loosen some of the chains and let the poor girl have some wiggle room. The hyō-youkai snarled, flinching back from the kind hand reaching for her. Kagome stiffened, but kept her hand moving. 'Be brave, Higurashi,' she told herself. 'This youkai has clearly been suffering in here. It doesn't matter what the reasons were; this can't continue!'

Luckily for Kagome, the rings to which the chains and thongs were attached bore no locks, so removing the ties proved almost too easy. When she saw what the miko was doing, the hyō-youkai started pulling at the bindings, wrenching most of them from their holders with ease. Finally, with a yowl of defiance, the hyō-youkai pulled free, shaking herself to rid her body of the chains, which thudded to the ground with loud clangs and clatters.

Now that Kagome could see the hyō-youkai properly, she noticed that the giant panther was actually quite gorgeous. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald green set with two jet black slits, glittering fiercely now that she was unbound. The lithe body was a little too skinny and caked in filth, but she could see that the hyō-youkai was still a powerfully built and strikingly pretty creature. She cocked her head at the woman standing opposite her, as if confused by her actions.

"You poor, poor thing," Kagome sighed, a hint of pity in her tone. She looked around, trying to see if there was anything else she could do for this youkai. Confusion marked her bow when she spotted some meats hanging on the far wall. That explained the rotting smell, then, but why was there meat hanging in the cell?

Kagome's stomach gave a hideous lurch when the answer came to her, simple and yet so terrible at same time: torture. It was to torture the starving hyō-youkai into submission, and it had obviously been working. Without hesitating, the miko strode over to the wall of meat and selected the least smelly one (nearly vomiting in the process). Then, nearly falling over under the weight of the huge slab of meat, she started to drag it over to the hyō-youkai.

She didn't have to. In one great bound, the hyō-youkai was on the meat, ripping and tearing at the flesh with great gusto. Kagome jumped back in surprise, but drew closer again, watching as the hyō-youkai tore eagerly at the none-too-fresh meat. How long had she gone without food?

It didn't take long for the hyō-youkai to completely demolish the slab of meat; barely ten minutes after Kagome had given it to her, only bones were left. The great cat licked her chops, her great pink tongue removing any trace of the meat from her lips. Then she turned back to Kagome, her green eyes speculative. Kagome looked back at her, meeting those great green eyes without fear. This hyō-youkai was a lot like Kirara; sentient despite the fact that she couldn't talk, and most likely kind and loyal. (Well, she certainly hoped that was the case.)

Slowly, hesitantly, the hyō-youkai padded over to the miko, never breaking eye contact. She sniffed at Kagome's shirt, her wet black nose twitching. Then, surprisingly, unexpectedly, the hyō-youkai gave a soft growl and pressed her great forehead into Kagome's stomach, her long tail flicking out behind her as she laid down. Kagome blinked once before she started stroking the panther's coal-black fur, a small smile spreading over her face.

Suddenly the door behind her burst open. The hyō-youkai's eyes went to it, the growl in her throat becoming deeper and more threatening. Kagome laced her fingers through her fur, hoping that she could restrain her before she could cause any damage.

"Kagome! They told me...that..." Hattori's panting inquiry trailed off as he took in the sight of the great panther with her head resting against Kagome's belly. "Yoru's not hurting you," he stated feebly, swaying unsteadily on the spot.

"Yoru? Is that her name?" Kagome looked down at the hyō-youkai. One of her ears flicked at the mention of 'Yoru.' 'That's a beautiful name, and it fits her perfectly.'

"Yes...dear Kami above, I haven't seen her looking so content since...since..." Hattori's eyes teared up again as he shuddered. "The Inu-no-Taishou rescued her when she was a small cub and nursed her back to health. When Izayoi-sama became his mate, he gave Yoru to her as a sort of wedding present." Kagome drew in a breath, her hand fisting in Yoru's fur. At the mention of Izayoi, Yoru let out a sad little sound, her green eyes becoming sad. "Izayoi-sama loved her to pieces; even though she couldn't ride her during her pregnancy, she always visited her and brought her little tidbits from the kitchens. Then, when InuYasha-sama was born, she brought him to visit Yoru too. Kami, how could this have happened?" Hattori sank to the ground, tears gushing from his eyes.

Kagome gasped, remembering something from the story Hattori had told her the night before. "Izayoi's mount-the one she used to reach the Inu-no-Taishou after his fight with Ryuukotsusei...was it...?"

Hattori nodded miserably. "It was Yoru who carried her there, and Yoru who carried them back. She was always the fastest of all the mounts, even though she could not fly. After...after my lord's death and my lady's expulsion, Yoru went...mad. Sesshoumaru-sama wanted to kill her, but the older servants managed to convince him to restrain her instead. I...I hadn't realized how poorly she was being treated...Kami, how much has gone on under my nose? Damn, in my heyday no-one could even sneeze without me noticing! How has this happened? How have I grown so blind?"

"It's too late to regret past actions," Kagome told him. "Start acting now, then you can forgive yourself for what you did."

"You're...you're absolutely right. Kagome, you must be a gift from the Kami; I haven't met your like in many many years." Hattori smiled at her, reaching out and shaking her hand again. "Now I know for certain that you are just the person to retrieve Izayoi-sama's ashes."

Kagome blushed slightly, but nodded. "I've chosen my mount, Hattori-san," she stated calmly.

"Take her. She's been in here for a long time; I think it's time to let her free." Hattori turned to the door and opened it, light spilling into the dark enclosure. Yoru rose quickly and padded forward, her breath coming in eager pants. Kagome followed quickly, also eager to exit the dank cell.

The guards yelped in fear as Yoru bounded out of the cage, fumbling with their weapons and shuddering madly. "Cut it out!" Hattori reached out and grasped their spears. "She won't hurt you."

Kagome ignored the spectacle at the door and ran out to find her new hyō-youkai friend. Yoru, it turned out, was rolling about in the grass, making happy little grunting noises as she wiggled around in the shining sunlight. Then she sat up and started grooming herself, as if she was trying to look more dignified now that Kagome was watching her. The miko giggled, amused by Yoru's antics.

"I have brought your provisions, Kagome," Hattori stated, moving over to stand beside the miko. "I left them outside the compound. Are you ready to depart?"

Kagome nodded. "It's time to get going. Sitting around isn't going to help us find Izayoi's urn." With that, Kagome called out to Yoru, who came obediently, her eyes glittering like twin emeralds. The miko led the giant panther out of the compound and into the courtyard, retrieved her bag from where Hattori had stashed it and slung it over Yoru's back.

"So, will you help me find Izayoi's ashes, Yoru?" Kagome asked quietly. The black hyō-youkai nodded, her eyes sad again. "I guess I remind you of her, huh?" Yoru snorted and shook her head like she had something stuck in her fur. Kagome smiled and led the hyō-youkai through the bright courtyard, making her way toward the great gate and the exit.

"Kagome! Wait!" Hattori, looking positively exhausted now, ran up to her, clutching a stitch in his chest. "Before you go...take this." The old inu-youkai proffered a sealed scroll to her. "I wrote a letter to the lord of the North explaining the situation. They shouldn't refuse you as long as you remain polite and respectful." Hattori smiled at Kagome, his faded golden eyes shining brightly. "I am praying for your success, Kagome. Please find my lady's ashes and bring them home."

"I will." With that, Kagome mounted Yoru for the first time. It was not unlike sitting astride Kirara, except Yoru was a little wider and more muscular than the fire-neko. "Okay, Yoru, let's go north!"

With a great roar, Yoru leaped forward, startling the guards standing on either side of the gate as she sped through. Her great black paws were a blur beneath her body as she sped forward, carrying her passenger away from the castle and out of sight.

'I will find your mother's urn, InuYasha,' Kagome thought. 'I can do it-I can! Now that I have Yoru to help me, I'm sure everything will be okay.'


uma: horse

hyō: panther

yoru: night