Shippou stood over his kill, hands on his hips as he grinned. "Kagome's going to be so impressed!"
"Indeed."
"They'll cook it properly, right? Kagome gets sick if—"
Sesshoumaru lay his hand on the boy's head, softly ruffling his hair as he bent down to retrieve the buck. "The chefs have been made aware of her dietary requirements."
A sharp tug on his sleeve stopped his movement, stopping his claws from making contact with the beast. "I have to carry it." Shippou's chin was raised, the decision already made in his mind, and Sesshoumaru inclined his head as he rose back to his feet.
"So you do."