"What is wrong with her?"

"I am unsure, my Lord."

Tōga sighed and stared at the massive black dog sleeping in the snow, her face buried in her fluffy tail, her ears, sleek and pointed back, almost brushing the treetops. "It has been three months. She cannot remain like this."

"No, my Lord."

He gritted his teeth and turned fully to face the healer. "Then what do you suggest?"

The healer paled. "Have you tried suppressing your yōki with your own?"

"I will not force her out of this form. Find another solution."

"Wha-my Lord, wait!"

He did not wait. Shoving his hands into his sleeves, he nodded once to Horuto—also in canine form—and strode back towards the camp. Three months, he thought. Three damn months wherein Kagome had refused to acknowledge any of them, three months without a damn word said. Not to anyone. Even Izayoi had been forced to leave well-enough alone.

And his son could not be swayed to elucidate the situation either. When confronted with the fact that she had come barreling out of his tent in tears, Sesshoumaru had remained stoically aloof and said it was none of his concern. It had taken every ounce of self-control he possessed not to lose his temper any further than he already had.

Striding into his tent, he sank down at the desk and pulled out a piece of paper.

My Most Endeared One,

Would that you were here in this muddy hell of a camp. Every day that passes without you by my side is a crack in the surety of my purpose. What good do I here, when even Kagome cannot be brought to heel? This eve marks three months since the child transformed into her youkai form. No amount of convincing has reached back her beast to the intelligence below. She eats only because I command it and sleeps only when her body cannot resist it.

Her guard informs me that she prowls the perimeters of our camp with feral intent, decimating any dragon foolish enough to cross its borders. Some of the lower ranked soldiers have taken to treating her like a wild spirit who protects them. I even found a small shrine erected with her likeness. Some of these fools honestly believe she was sent by the Kami to protect them.

No amount of conversation will push our son to speak the truth of what happened between them. I have tried fatherly affection and scolding and manipulating and just plan demanded, and the boy has not acquiesced to my wishes.

I am at my wits end with both of them. Perhaps not even your cool logic would get through to them.

In other news, there has been no movement on the borders. Since we increased the number of soldiers at the outposts and began training militia's from the various villages littering our borders, there has been very little worth mentioning. Perhaps the damned dragons learned what our son has been doing to their spies and are re-grouping. A blessed moment of peace from the constant attacks and slaughtering of our innocent people.

Izayoi has been the only blessedly helpful one in this whole fiasco. She has taken the camp workers and organized them beyond what I expected. The camp has never run so effectively before. She even helped to organize a caravan of soldiers to help escort refugees from the borders. Perhaps we should not have waited so long to bring her here.

I will await your next update about the citadel with much impatience and can only hope that our reunion will not be long in coming.

Your mate

o.O.o

Word count – 611

a/n – thank you guys so, so much for still sticking around to read my stories. I know I have the most horrid update schedule, but I promise I will not abandon any of the five I am currently working on.

This chapter is dedicated to two reviewers, for reminding me that I do in fact have more to write and that this is not nearly finished. Thanks Azuraskye21 and ashley jepp.

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