The cherry blossoms were falling delicately from the trees like snowflakes
in the first breath of winter, all was strangely quiet except for the little
cries coming from the great Inutaiyoukai's arms as he held his new born
daughter. He stared at the young girl for a moment and called upon his
eldest son handing him the small child and quickly rushing to his beloved's
side as he pulled her and her youngest son from the battle scene. Fire licked
at them through the smoke as the fresh spilled blood evaporated into thin
air from the sheer heat. The eldest son stared at the little bundle in his
hands and couldn't bring himself to hate the small child as he walked away
vanishing into the distance a single snowflake falling landing right on the
child's left ear…