Patrol was a habit, something ingrained in him during his training and the time of the spider hanyou.
Sesshoumaru had never realized how on edge he'd been until Naraku had been vanquished and the underlying threat had finally disappeared.
He'd also never realized when the focus of his patrol had shifted from supremacy to supervision.
Perhaps he'd always had something to protect.
Gazing around the camp, he once again felt the urge to roam. To confirm the pack's safety.
The miko passed by the tree he was leaning against, offering him a cup of tea.
Patrol could wait.