Zishu leans into the clawed hand without fear, then his tails wag happily when Sesshomaru shifts to a size complimenting his own. He nuzzles the demon and yips in answer before leading the way to his favorite part of the garden. Plum trees play as a protective border but there are other beautiful bushes and flowers. And a rather telling nest with some fur that has clearly been wrestled free by grasping branches from a certain fox.