His youki crept closer. Kagome jolted upright; berries forgotten.
Her energy had a bad habit of filling the space she was in, and while she hadn't noticed the aura that steadily filled the air, she couldn't exactly ignore it once her power jutted up against the demon in the clearing. Her eyes narrowed and she drew up her shoulders as much as she could.
It never boded well to disrespect someone who had the ability to harm you. Kagome dipped her head down, never taking her eyes off the form in front of her. "Hello."
The demon – the fox, there was no mistaking the feeling – nodded back at her, hopping off the trunk he'd claimed as his seat. "You are far from home little priestess."
Kagome bristled. "I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
"That's a shame," he stalked forward, white robes blending seamlessly into fair skin and silver hair, "because I do so dislike intruders in my forest."