They stand there for a time, just listening to the wind in the trees. The weather has inched toward something more bitter since Inuyasha left her there, and she draws the warm fire rat armor more tightly about her, watching their breath turn to mist before them.
It's a different kind of peaceful—quiet, calm…
…foreboding.
"I saw him," Kagome confesses, her voice light, faded like the zephyrs in the trees. A chill washes over them, and she rubs her arms. "A couple nights ago. He was here."
Snorting, Inuyasha tucks her into his side for warmth. "Smells about right."