He found Rin clinging to the edge of an onsen. She was submerged up to her collarbone, the water doing too good of a job at distorting her nakedness.

"Oh, Sesshomaru!" Rin cried. "The monkeys—they took my clothes."

He stopped in his steps, and, as he were, standing foolishly among a chittering troop of macaques, turned his head to Rin to stare at her sheepish smile.

"This is stupid."

Rin looked away from his straight face. "... it is."

It was the dried plums hidden in the folds of her kimono that the macaques wanted. And after fighting amongst themselves, left her clothing to float in an adjacent spring.

But as with mortal dogs, so too did the little thieves fear Inuyoukai. A glance was sufficient to send the troop scrambling in every direction, even were they to slip and fall down the rocks.