No one knew when it had started. One day he had been pinned to a tree in the forest, and the next he was attacking a strange young miko. After the blessed collar had cursed him to crash to the ground at the miko's whim, he had begun to hang around the village.
At first mothers warned children to stay away and men kept a wary eye on him. But eventually they began to feel at ease around the hanyou, and then they began to feel safe. Somehow, sometime, he had stopped being "that hanyou" and had become "Our hanyou."