When spring next turned to summer, Sesshoumaru set out to reaffirm his borders with his scent and youki.
During his patrol through the outskirts of one of many Human villages, he noticed a flare of youki. It was very weak and heading straight for him.
He stood watching as a small child came crashing out of the underbrush, loud in only the way humans were, however this was no human.
Golden eyes locked on eachother. Silver moonspun hair swayed softly. Sesshoumaru's eyes traveled to the two little puppy ears that were protruding from the top of his head.