To Kagome's surprise, they flew away from the Shiro, passing over lakes and forests before landing at the base of a mountain. She opened her mouth to question it, but the sound of agitated whimpers stilled her tongue.
Sesshoumaru motioned towards a cave, the entrance hidden behind a shimmering barrier. She couldn't tell who had created it, just felt the soft brush of acceptance against her reiki as they passed through.
The sounds got worse, pottery shattering against stone, and they quickened their pace.
"I had thought a familiar place may help," he murmured, hands tucked into his sleeves. "Mother did not spend much time at the Shiro before…before."