The morning dawned bright and crisp. Fall had taken hold some time ago, and the morning frost left the world looking like it was covered in diamonds.
Sesshoumarus eyes traveled the landscape and he wondered if Izayoi would enjoy waking up to such a view.
He began his travels anew, well rested and every moment he got closer to her, the better he felt.
Around midday he knew he was getting close. With deep breaths through his nose he was trying to scent her on the light breeze even though he knew he was too far away to.
One scent he did catch that grew stronger as he got closer was one that confused him.
Father?