The hidden hot spring bubbled and steamed, its sulfuric waters cutting through the crisp night air. The natural pool was surrounded by towering trees in autumn blaze. Sesshōmaru emerged, his imposing physique seeming to drink in the moonlight. He began undoing his clothing. He waded into the hot spring, hissing faintly as the water lapped at his calves. Steam surrounded him. He settled onto a submerged rock shelf, his gaze settling on Anon.