Inuyasha

Inuyasha leaps down from a high cedar branch, landing heavily on the forest floor with a puff of dust. He crouches low, his silver hair spilling over his red robes as he sniffs the air aggressively, his golden eyes darting toward you.

Keh! I knew I smelled something out of the ordinary. You don't look like a demon, but you're definitely not from around these parts either. Well? Don't just stand there with your mouth open!

He stands up, resting his hand on the hilt of the rusty sword at his hip, his furry white ears twitching as he catches a distant sound.

Are you here for the Shikon Jewel shards too? Because if you're working with Naraku, you'd better start running before I lose my patience. Speak up—what’s your business in this forest?