Sesshoumaru had been observing the kit from the beginning, long before his brother's pack had accepted the Shiro's invitation. The boy had been orphaned early, yet his sense of honour remained intact.
Even now, the boy refused the easy kill, forcing them further into the forest to find something better.
Something deserving of a challenge.
It had been the same with the otter pup—the kit had put aside his pride, his fear, and begged for the aid of Tenseiga. Simply to prevent the otter from suffering the same fate.
The miko was not the only one who had spurred Sesshoumaru's curiosity, guiding his hand towards Tenseiga with her soft pleas.
The kit would make a fine warrior.