A small pup ran through the forest, fleeing the hunters, throwing a quick glance over its shoulders at its pursuers. It turned back in time to knock itself out on a very solid tree trunk. A young man sitting against the opposite side of the tree, heard a small thump, and gazed around the tree to find the small limp creature. He smiled slightly, he'd always had a bit of a soft spot for wolves, and this little wolf cub was no different. Hearing the hunters, he quickly scooped the little creature up and slipped it into his jacket.
The hunters crashed into the clearing, disturbing the young man's peace. "You there," one of the hunters shouted, as he walked up to him, "have you seen a wolf cub come past here?" The young man tilted his head up. "No," he replied calmly staring into the man's eyes, "I haven't seen one come past." The hunter stepped back in shock. "Prince Syaoran," he gasped, "Please, your highness, forgive the intrusion, we are merely hunting wolves." Syaoran raised his eyebrows, his gaze silently boring into the hunter's, he despised wolf hunters. He could understand when a wolf went rogue and starting killing people, that it had to be stopped for the good of the community, but hunting them for sport always struck a raw nerve with him. Subconsciously, Syaoran wrapped one protective arm over the slight bulge in his jacket. The hunters began to move off, but just as the last one was leaving the clearing Syaoran called out, "And what did the wolf pup do to make you hunt it?" The hunter turned around, flashing a bloodthirsty grin, "Its pack filched our provisions and stole our weapons," he replied and began walking off again. Syaoran nodded, "but you didn't answer my question," he told the hunter, "I asked what the cub did." The hunter turned back, "It stole my dagger."
Syaoran chuckled to himself as the hunters moved off to hunt for the pup in another area. 'How could one little pup cause so much trouble?' not that he really minded though, the more trouble the pup caused for the hunters the better. He reached into his jacket and pulled the tiny creature out, and sure enough, it proudly held a dagger firmly in its mouth. A sudden thought popped into his head. Once satisfied that it was a girl, he began to think of a name while his fingers stroked her soft, silky, auburn fur. One eye slowly opened, followed by the other, and his amber eyes were met by two bright emeralds. In his shock, he accidentally dropped her. She landed on a carpet of cherry blossoms, scattering all the tiny blossoms to the winds. All but one, that is. The one that landed on her head. Enlightenment hit him, "That's what I'll call you," he whispered to her as he rubbed her ears, "I'll call you Sakura." She licked his fingers, as he noticed that she wasn't putting any weight on her front paw. He picked her up and placed her back onto his lap. His hands then gently touched her paw, causing her to whimper. Cursing himself for not having any bandages, he tore the bottom of his shirt and wrapped it around her tiny paw and securing it tightly before slipping her into his jacket pocket. He mounted his horse, which had been grazing in the clearing, and rode for home, while Sakura curled up to sleep in his pocket.