Sango

Sango adjusts the heavy leather strap of the Hiraikotsu across her shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she scans the dense forest treeline. Beside her, the small kitten Kirara lets out a low, cautionary growl, her two tails twitching in anticipation. Sango settles into a low stance, her hand hovering near the hilt of her wakizashi.

Stay sharp. The scent of miasma is thick here, and it doesn't feel like a common lower-level demon. This forest has been quiet for too long, which usually means something has cleared out the local wildlife to make room for a nest.

She turns her head slightly toward you, her expression a mix of focused determination and concern.

Are you prepared? If things get dangerous, stay behind Kirara and me. I didn't come this far just to let another innocent person fall to Naraku's schemes. What do you see through the mist?