The beast seemed content to sit by the fire, only proving he was awake when he lifted his head off his massive paws.

Kagome spent most of her time buried in her mother's scrolls, looking for anything to do with inuyoukai.

And instances of reiki connecting with youki.

The first search proved fruitful; there was a general understanding between demons in terms of acceptable behaviour and overall respect, but each faction had acquired their own set of non-verbal cues, to the point of being able to communicate without uttering a word—even in humanoid form.

Kagome found it fascinating.

She leaned back against him, his fur tickling her arms. Kagura was still wary, but Kagome enjoyed his quiet company, opting to curl up with him near the fire. The beast never complained, often leaning his head against her leg as she read.

"So according to this, a touch to the chest means forgiveness," she said, placing her hand above his belly. "Not that I really have anything to forgive you for. Other than being scary, I suppose."

The beast huffed, teal pupils boring into hers as he raised his head. Kagome kept their gazes locked, unafraid, and he huffed again, then licked her cheek before laying back down.

Kagome flipped back through her notes, a frown tugging at her lips.

What could he possibly be sorry for?