Chapter 3 people, a longer one again, it is as of yet sticking to the original story.
Of packs and possession
He was sitting at a desk in his room, an open book was in front of him but he wasn't reading it. He was looking out the window at the girl sitting in the garden crying. It was not like he had never seen a girl cry before, Shiori did often enough, but tears had never disturbed him so. He could not help but wondering what had been the cause of them – had it been that dog? He thought about going out to her, but had no idea what he would do to make the human onna stop, while he was impartial to physical contact like a hug, something Shiori usually required when she cried, he was not one to whisper sweet nothings for the sake of it.
Besides, he told himself, she looked like she wanted to be alone. Yes, this he understood, while her distress did not seem overwhelming, some demons you just want to face alone. He respected her wished, but was here if it looked like she needed someone, after all, he was a protector of those who needed it. So he sat there and watched as the prince Kouga, completely oblivious to the fact she looked like she wanted space to herself, strode up to her and engaged her in some trivial conversation. He was slightly annoyed, partly on her behalf and partly because it was Kouga down there and not himself.
His sensitive ears picked up parts of the conversation they were having, he found it amusing that he was intrigued by her too. There was nothing serious being discussed, well, you could count the offer of her joining his pack to be a serious conversation but seeming as he was only a pup the offer could not really be taken all too seriously and Touga would have no right to reprimand him for it. His attention was caught fully when the older Kouga made an appearance, in comparison, this man making a claim on the girl was something different entirely, and he was sure that once Touga found out, the fur would start flying.
He was not sure why he hated the thought of him putting his arms around her like that. On the bright side she learnt what her mark meant, he'd had a feeling she'd had no idea, you could tell it by the way she glowered at Touga and ran away when dismissed. His jaw clenched when he suckled her neck and his inner demon snarled dangerously, suddenly he wanted nothing more than to rush down there and tear them apart. The thing that kept him in his chair and not out the window was the fact she did not seem to be utterly rejecting his claim, though he reminded himself she probably did not know that this was what Kouga licking her like that was.
He was encouraged further to remain in his seat and not down there, perhaps doing the same thing to the girl by the angry roar to his left. Inutaisho it would seem had chosen that moment to look out of his window too, with a flash of white Kouga was laying on the ground some twenty paces away and Kagome was in the arms of her master. He could not bring himself to feel sorry for the injuries the wolf will sustain in the show he was sure was about to commence, but he did not like Kagome being there, with Touga, like that.