Sesshomaru was fighting another demon when the scent crossed his nose. Whatever it was, it smelled wrong to him, like danger, and put his teeth on edge.
There was something precious to him in danger! He stopped. What was precious to him? What did he have to protect?
He shook it off, instead deciding to pay a visit to a Demon Lord Suzaku, his father's old acquaintance from China. He knew that this particular Lord had also experienced something similar to what he, Sesshomaru, was feeling.
Sweeping into the Temple of Suzaku, Sesshomaru approached his father's comrade.
Suzaku groaned when he saw Sesshomaru. So it was as he had believed. Suzaku never liked Toga, he had just been forced to show grudging respect.
"That is some scent, Lord Sesshomaru…" Suzaku wrinkled his nose.
"Why has it changed?" Sesshomaru growled.
A woman in strange robes entered and bowed to them both, then went to pray at the altar.
"That woman is the Priestess of Suzaku." Suzaku smiled. "When your priestess enters your shrine for the first time, you can smell her."
Sesshomaru swept away, reeling. A miko?