"How many are there?"
"One."
"Only one?"
"There were four."
"And what happened to the rest of the litter?"
"They're dead."
"B-but how…?"
"One stillbirth, the other two were taken by their sibling's jaws."
"Taken?!"
"I don't think he intended to do it, but that is the law of survival. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, the child can't be blamed. Instinctively he has proved that he is the strongest. It was merciful that the others were spared a useless existence."
"Useless? How…ah…Where is he?"
"Right here."
"He bears your mark. Name him what you will."
"My son made a sensible decision with his fangs. He is a perfect killer. Sesshomaru."
