Tresses
Youkai or not, she liked guys with long hair. That was the only explanation.
Kouga pulled his hair free of its ponytail, and leaned over the still pool of water. He sighed in despair. Two hundred years, and it was still only shoulder-length. How had the Inu-koro grown a waist-length mane so quickly?
There was only one thing to do. Clutching the "scissors" he had stolen from Kagome's backpack, the wolf-prince crept forward, towards the campfire's dim flicker.
Time to even things out.