Was the kit so starved for pack that he would crawl into the bed of a former enemy?
The memory of the miko laughing about each of her friends attempting to kill her during their first meeting, him included, tugged at the back of his mind, dissolving his previous question.
Sesshoumaru returned to his hair, finishing the braid before rising to his feet.
"Why have you not asked the miko?"
Another yawn, tiny fangs glinting in the candlelight. "She's not in her room."
Frowning, the daiyoukai sent out his youki, golden eyes widening a moment before he flew from his chambers.