There were so many things wrong with the situation before him, that the Lord of the Western Lands did not even know where to begin. For one, his pack member was a feline. For two, she was dressed like a wolf. And as if those two things were not odd enough by themselves, her scent consisted of a miko. To say the situation before him perplexed him would have been a complete understatement.
But she spoke to him with familiarly.
Narrowing his eyes, he examined the cat for any recollection of coming across the distressed feline in his travels. She was beautiful, but young. Far too young to appear to be fully grown. How was such a thing possible? Shaking off the question, he glanced at her appearance. Waist long raven black hair. Sapphire blue eyes. Onyx black cat ears on top of her head and a tail that rivaled his own in terms of fluffiness. He scoffed at his last thought.
No, his was far more regal.
"Tell me, how did a feline become part of this Sesshoumaru's pack?"
The feline demoness in wolfs clothing let out one of the least ladylike snorts he had ever heard, and he couldn't help but be reminded of a certain hanyou. Running her dainty claws through her coarse black hair, she sighed at him in frustration.
"I was never part of your pack, Sesshoumaru-sama. I belonged in Inu Yasha's."
Suddenly, everything made more sense. Well, at the least the mixture of reiki in the feline. The rest of his questions still demanded answers. Such as the fact that the former human miko was no longer—well, human. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but scoff at the fact that the silly feline actually thought the hanyou had his own pack. As if his stature would allow for such a thing.
No, he was the real alpha.
Which meant that all that was his half-brothers, was ultimately his.
Including her.
Ignoring the need to correct her, or to announce the fact that she was his to do with as he pleased, he addressed concerns that were far more urgent.
"How did this occur?"
Instead of a snort like last time, he was rewarded with what sounded like a quiet but irritated hiss. How feline of her. Almost instantly, it was replaced with an expression of worry and frustration. That was when he noticed it.
The confliction.
The battle of emotions.
The confusion of identities.
It appeared that even as a youkai, the woman would constantly be nothing short of a nuisance.
"The jewel felt the need to reward me."
The distain in her voice caught him off guard. She was upset at being turned into a youkai? Yet, the more he thought of it, the more it made sense coming from an individual such as herself. She had been completely and utterly human. It only made sense that the change irritated her. But a feline? What cat gods has she appeased to be deemed such a breed?
"Hn, and what is it that you have done to be granted favor by the feline gods?"
The whine of frustration that the demoness answered with made his ears shift back in annoyance. How utterly annoying, and distasteful to be so emotional. Still, for now he allowed such a thing. She was, after all transitioning.
"Rescue strays? Hang out with a fire cat in the Feudal Era? Spoil Buyo? Hell if I know!"
The Lord of the Western Lands contemplated the new information presented before him. If she had truly rescued multiple feline youkai, then perhaps she would indeed have preference with such a breed. He would have assumed his own breed would have held her in higher regard than a feline, but clearly, that was not the case. Perhaps whomever Buyo was held the answers to why the cat gods deemed the miko so important?
"I see you've met my intended, Lord Sesshoumaru."
The rough voice of a certain wolf prince brought the daiyoukai out of his thoughts immediately. Sensing the annoyance and happiness radiating off the demoness, he ignored her conflict of emotions at the current moment. Instead, he turned his gaze to the wolf prince proudly standing before him. Narrowing his eyes at the insolent wolf, he rewarded him with a growl of irritation.
"I do hope you are not referring to my feline pack member."
