The smell of blood road along the night breeze like a morbid perfume. Just the barest whiff of the coppery reek was enough to crinkle his nose. Though not for the sake of his comfort, he’d spilled far too much blood in his lifetime to be squeamish now.
It was the fact the blood spilled this day was by the hand of another that worried him.
Inuyasha rampaged somewhere within these hills. He knew well enough why but he still wondered how. By no means was his youngest weak, so why had he not gained control of his own surging youki? Perhaps that was a question he could ask later, as his nose twitched once more to the caress of the breeze.
Fine then. Closing his eyes the old dog youkai drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs as deeply as he could. Until his lips curled back into a snarl and bared those fanged teeth. Maw opening wide he roared like the monster he was, an ear splitting sound that rose to the heavens and rolled among the night time clouds like thunder! A monstrous and vicious bellow that sent shivers through the forest and echoed as far as the mountains.
A challenging roar, for the hanyou who had sadly lost his way.