Kuronue had been friends with Youko for a long time. He'd met the pack, frightening though it was, and had endured several of the infamous bonding experiences the family liked to tote out with newcomers…ones which involved risky conquests and far too much fine wine. He knew Youko well enough by now to understand that the suspense and mystery this group offered was likely worth the time in diversion. It was the lack of an easy answer that made the discovery so much sweeter.
But…he'd known Youko a long time. While the foxes were more understanding of compromise than most higher demons, even they hated being laughed at.
"I fail to see the humor in this," he was saying, eyes narrowed and stance defensive. Kuronue moved closer to him.
"Nah, you're right. It's not funny," the dog demon snickered again. "But could you imagine? Growing up with her?"
"Do you not like the priestess?"
"It ain't your business."
Youko glanced at Kuronue. "She is part of your pack. You are protective of her."
"Right," the half breed straightened himself, his smile slipping from his face. "And let's get one thing straight. You don't need to worry about where I'm from, or who our allies might me…because if either of you hurt Kagome, you'll have more than the Western Clans to contend with."
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