It's rare that I think about them anymore. That I worry about how they are. After my own children came into my world I've had little time alone, even without Kagome by my side. We've returned to the beach where we first met Shiori's mother. I don't remember what caused us to journey here, but I can feel Shiori's little arms around my neck and I can remember her last words to me.

"Thank you, Inu-nii, thank you for saving me. I guess half-demons aren't useless after all."

I had wanted to kill whom ever had told her she was useless. It would make my life so much easier. Then again, being human would have made things easier. I have to wonder what Tsukuyomaru and my own father were thinking when they laid with human woman. They must have known that it would be a hard life for their spawn. Though I doubt they really cared about that. I could try and tell someone why I mated Kagome, but I'd fail miserably. I don't know why. It was a moment of weakness and next thing I know, she's baring my mark and my child.

The same could be said of Rin and Sesshomaru. They're newly mated, but she's already heavy with child and he's lost as to how it happened. He may not say it, but I can see it as he watches my own pups, trying to figure out children before his own is born.

Kagome just laughs when I mention this, "You did the same thing with the village children. Although, I remember you played with them rather then watched them. Maybe you should convince the pups to get Sesshomaru in on a game of hide-in-seek." they had tried many times, but he never took the bait or their taunting. Though Kiba got close a few times. He may have Kagome's looks, but he's my son to the heart. The same could be said about Takashi and Daisuke.

Our little girl, Yuri, she's not like her brothers. She doesn't have the dark hair and golden eyes. No, she's got my silver and golden eyes. That's what got me thinking about Shiori. I can hear the villagers commenting about her appearance. She's more like me then I would even want. She isn't human like her brothers. Her brothers don't see the difference, and she doesn't, but the villagers do.

They see her little pup ears, her clawed hands and her little fangs that finally came in. For some reason I could feel that Shiori would have loved her as a playmate all those years ago.

"Daddy?" My heart skips a beat. I'd know that timid, soft voice anywhere. My puppy, my little girl. I open my arms and she crawls into my lap, "Can I ask you a question, Daddy?" I could feel myself nod. She fiddled with her claws for a moment before looking at the garden next to our home, "Daddy… what's a half-breed?"