The miko was many things—loyal, passionate, brave—but above all else, she remained a conundrum.

"You wish to hunt."

"Yes."

"The kit has provided enough sustenance for the pack."

"But it's all been cooked."

His confusion must've been apparent enough to show on his face as her cheeks turned red, and she looked away, toying with her bow.

"The kit provided enough to lighten your load, yet you insist on more—"

"You haven't eaten."

For once, Sesshoumaru was at a loss, her words hanging in the air between them as her face darkened.

"You're part of this pack too."