Kag's POV
He was always cold. Since the moment I met him, I knew that. What I've always wondered is why?
Going hunting with him once, answered that question.
Sesshomaru had me wait in a tree with my bow and arrow for a deer to pass by. When I heard rustling in the brush, I notched an arrow and pulled the string back.
"Miko, put that away!" Sesshomaru harshly whispered behind me.
"Why?"
"It's my uncle."