Sesshomaru knew there would be a confrontation. It was inevitable. He dared to travel too far north, deep into the backyard of another Inuyoukai.
There he was in the flesh, reasonably dressed, silky white hair plaited in a tail down his back. "You," he started. "Who died and gave you the right?"
Sesshomaru immediately drew Bakusaiga, wasting no time on elaborate preliminaries. "Jaken," he said.
"Y-yes, milord?"
"Run."
Jaken nearly jumped out of his skin, and like a lizard scrambled away.
"So," came the Inuyoukai's low voice. He too gripped his sword, and it crackled as he pulled it. "It is my land that you want."