Kagome's senses were not as strong as a full fledged demon wolfs ought to be. In her mixed blood there were strains of human in her that prevented her true powers to be released. She relied on her two headed dragon companion when her own ears could not find the soft footsteps of food, the crash of rain coming towards them or the crack of lightning.
Nor could she hear the silent creeping steps of wolves encroaching onto her small camp. Branches and rocks all slapped together, pelts piled and used as not only bedding but as a way to ward off rain water and winds from ravaging the inside of the tiny den that she had made for herself. It was no hut and far from what she had ever lived inside. But it was warm and at night the dragon would lay in front of the entrance. Protecting her from any and everything that smelled the sweet lure of her scent through the thick trees and ocean air.
The dragon lifted its head, a low growl rumbled into a roar sounded and the she wolf startled from the sudden change in demeanor of her only companion. Her toes dug into the soft grass, chilled from no shoes and the oncoming winter but she felt not the cold. Just the sandy dirt between the digits as she stood half crouched and ready to run.
The wind changed, the trees bent and with it revealed the shadows of the approaching demons. Downwind, her small nostrils flared and her entire body froze in fear. For she remember these scents. They clung to the air liker a heavy essence.
Wolf.
Searing blue eyes opened behind Kagome's mind and she felt her throat constrict into a tiny, pathetic, whimper.