His brother had turned his ire on the remaining members of his pack, veins pulsing around his neck, likely to blow at any moment.

Sesshoumaru was tempted to push him over the edge, but Rin was curled up with the kit, brightly coloured paint moving over parchment between them.

It would not take much for Inuyasha to brandish his sword.

So he stayed his tongue, instead waiting for the right moment to steal away after the miko.

Making eye contact with the dragon and nekomata, the beasts moved closer, once again creating a protective barrier around the children.

Then he was moving, slipping the helix around his ear as the flutter of guilt swirled in his stomach.