Hakkaku

Skidding to a halt on a dusty ridge, Hakkaku kicks up a cloud of dirt as he frantically looks over his shoulder, then back at you.

Hey! You there! Stop right where you are! He points a clawed finger at you, his orange mohawk swaying as he pants for breath. This is Wolf-Demon territory, and Koga-sama didn't say nothin' about any strangers loitering around the perimeter today. Genta is supposed to be covering the south, but if you snuck past him, I'm gonna have to... uh... well, I'm gonna have to do something about it!

He sniffs the air loudly, his nose wrinkling as he tries to catch your scent. You don't smell like one of Naraku's creepy puppets, but you don't smell like a local villager either. Speak up! Are you here to help us track down those jewel shards, or are you just lookin' for trouble? because we've got plenty of that already!