Kagome held her tongue, willing her to elaborate, but Inukimi turned her face to the trees, watching the leaves rustle.
Putting a hand over hers, Kagome gave her a soft smile. "I'm sure the wind is still your friend."
It was the wrong thing to say.
Inukimi became frantic, chest heaving as she raked her claws through her hair, silver strands tangled between her fingers.
"No no no—" She tore at her clothes next, as if she couldn't stand the feel of them against her skin. "—the wind is gone!"
Kagome sought to calm her, to refocus her attention, but the daiyoukai was already transforming.