"Why?"
[I've been conscious of Clara since releasing my inner most desires. Her scent is alluring more than before, I can't control myself for hardly a day after.] Sesshomaru fought with himself. Listlessly he would act as though nothing changed, but inwardly he was ravaged by his carnal desire to monopolize and take what was now rightfully his.
The blue flames caught his attention, quickly running to her aid only to find she was in the water doubled over in pain. He stopped himself yet again. Digging his claws into the bark to keep him planted as he watched her from afar, she eased and stood upright only for him to catch whiff of blood coming off her. She was torn from within because of him.

The scent of her blood while copulating made him go into a frenzy. Unable to hold back and marking her as his from deep within her womb to scarring her fair skin with his marks on her back, the result ended in her being unable to walk upright and bruising her profoundly.

"Though unintentional to lay claim…" staring at her but gripping the bark too tight where it snapped, she whirred around and saw him. She went to speak but he couldn't be around to hear her words of discontent for wounding her, as well as taking her as his. "The foxfire…" he felt his fang pulse with power.
It lay before a stump, beside the Kirin as he approached his fang to unsheathe the power it now held. Unknown when she blessed him, if she truly did so, he looked at the blade and how it came to life within his grasp.

"Sesshomaru," hearing a deep resonating voice from the woods, bearing his fang and claws for a fight, he stopped immediately once seeing it was his father.
Toga approached him on a corpse mare that only bows its head to those stronger than it. Seeing the sight of his father stiffened him, but her remained vigilant as he showed his respect.

"Father," bowing his head while sheathing his fang, Toga approached and placed a calloused hand on his shoulder. The smell of battle lingered on his armor, making Sesshomaru's nose cringe with disgust. "What brings you this way?"

"…a rather long chase it's been, son. I've come to see the kitsune."

Eyes narrowed to what he meant in seeing Clara, but he showed no sign of displeasure before his father. "She bathes now…what business brought you here."

He leaned in, surprising him. "The smell of a boy who couldn't wait to hold the prize wafts the air." Sesshomaru flinched unintentionally, making Toga knit his brow as he straightened. "The power of the kitsune is something a mere boy cannot fathom on having before it is ripe for the taking. You held no self-control."

"And how would you know of this." He snapped.
Toga didn't mind the cut-throat words, he merely took it in stride and continued.

"The priestess was a cunning woman who knew of her prowess and snared those she wished. Who you see before you is nothing more than a manifestation of power and desire to manipulate those of weak wills."

"This Sesshomaru is not weak." Baring his displeasure as he was being belittled, Toga crossed his arms and stared him down. "The foxfire is secondary, she has already—"

"Already 'blessed' your fang. No, you merely have it for a short time. That fire will fade in a few days and you will be nothing more than a boy who couldn't keep your hands off a woman." Speaking bluntly, Toga stepped forward to face his son as a lord. "Tell me, have you broken the kitsune or has she broken you?"

"…I do not understand your question, father."

"Have you seen the priestess form when you held her beneath your claws? Did she wail to your ways and spout her flames to caress your skin?" Toga spoke differently as though speaking of experience before Sesshomaru realized that he was. "The priestess has come to me in her phantom form, speaking her wiles as she laid claim to Clara's soul. So tell me, son. Have you captured the heart of the kitsune so she passes the flame onto you and only you?"

"…"

"A kitsune will adhere to one with power. Even I can approach and invoke her to bed me if I desired."

Sesshomaru growled deep, glaring up at his father for speaking outright to what he laid claim to. Toga did not flinch nor did he stand down.

"I can prove it to you."
A challenge, Toga presented himself with a cunning smile as he caught scent to where Clara resided and disembarked.