Rin, almost lost in her contemplation of Sesshomaru's relationship with his mother, was abruptly forced out of her thoughts when claws reached for her again. Her chin was held for a moment, the hair against her neck lifted. The bite was now a trace scar; four neat punctures spaced just apart.
"Oh, my," Inukimi said, "an unrequited bond." Rin steadied herself. His mother knew the reason for these scars and she prayed she wouldn't ask for any details. "And I take it you do not know where he is?"
"N-no."
"I see." Inukimi smoothed down Rin's hair, covering her neck. Then she turned away, giving the girl her back to look at. "How very fortuitous for me then."
