Night.
While Jaken slept like a corpse, Sesshomaru sat deathly still on top of a boulder. The moon broke through the cloud cover, reflecting in his golden eyes an eerie virescent gleam. Truly he could look on anything he wished. No matter how dark he saw his surroundings perfectly.
Suddenly he stood, breathing in deeply, and remained so for perhaps a full minute.
The direction of the wind changed, and with it something most concerning. A slight as disturbing as discovering some stranger's urine on one's own border, or in this case, his presence.
Jaken stirred, sensing it too though he knew not what. "Milord?"
"Come," Sesshomaru said. "We fly."
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