"So, you're using the bastard as a body pillow now?"
Sesshoumaru was unfamiliar with the term, but it appeared to be an embarrassing term as the miko turned crimson.
"Would you shut up already? You've never complained when I fell asleep on you."
For some reason, the image of the miko vulnerable but content in the arms of his brother made his blood boil, fangs elongating as he stifled a growl in the back of his throat.
A soft tug on his pelt jolted him out of his murderous thoughts, and he found the kit at his feet.
"Are we going hunting tonight?"
"No." Youki rolling, he brandished his claws. "Tonight, I hunt alone."
