Tame
There was a hint of trepidation, but that was to be expected. After all, the fangs in his mouth, glistening in the sunlight –how come the inu hanyou had such white teeth anyway?- the claws upon his fingers, and the mane of rough silver hair would make any sensible human pause momentarily.
He snapped at the shopkeeper, but the beautiful girl who wore a rather strange garb grabbed onto his ear and hissed at him, then apologized to the poor, rattled merchant.
The villager who was watching them relaxed. The miko had tamed the beast so there was nothing to be afraid of. She went on with her daily shopping.
