Ayame ambled slowly, tears dripping down her cheeks. "That damn Koga," she cursed aloud. What kind of creature forgets he is to be married? Not only forgets, but completely disregard the agreement once memory has been gained?
"Damn him," she shouted, pulling her red hair from her face, "Damn him to the seven hells!" Ayame then punched an innocent tree, knocking it to the ground. She began to breath heavily.
The wolf then knelt upon the earth, exhausted from all the raw emotions flooding to and from her brain. It's a lot to handle when the only one who can save you, pushes you further back.
"Damn him," she sobbed softly, "I loved him." As she sniffled, she froze. "Blood?"
Her own curiosity taking over her weakness, she leapt up and ran towards the scent. "It's getting stronger over here," she thought.
A clearing came into view overhead. "It must be in there."
Ayame ran faster and faster until she reached the source of the bittersweet smell of blood. She gasped, looking upon his face. A dog demon, aristocratically dressed, was drenched in his own blood, and sprawled out before her. She knelt down to see if he was breathing.
"I can hear breath, though it is incredibly shallow. Poor thing."
Ayame then reached out her hand to remove the hair from his face. As she did, another gasp left her mouth. If not for the blood, he would be amazingly handsome.
All of a sudden, another hand grabbed her wrist. Sesshomaru grasped her wrist tightly. "What are you doing?" he growled.
The she wolf started a little, then retained her composure. "Please. Stay still. You are extremely injured. Let me help."
Sesshomaru let out a small snort of discontent, but let go of her. Ayame sported a small smile before digging through her satchel. She pulled out various vials of herbs and liquids. She then mixed all of them into one adhesive. It smelled horrid, and as she placed it on his wounds, he seethed with pain. Ayame apologized and continued placing the paste over his injuries.
Ayame stood up and let out a howl. Her response was complete stillness. She tried again. After several minutes, rustling in the bushes could be heard. Out jumped many white wolves. Ayame knelt down to one of them. He had a long scar across his eye.
"Jinsei, you and the others will take him to our caves. He needs a place to revive."
The wolf turned his massive head toward the creature in question. He snorted with disgust. He then let out a small howl as he and the others placed him upon their backs. As they left with the dog lord, two small figures ran through the bushes.
"What are you doing with Lord Sesshomaru!" shouted a nasally little voice, "Oh I shouldn't have left you. You wench! What have you done!"
Ayame cocked her head to one side. "Lord?" she questioned.
"That's right!" shouted the voice again. The shrill voice belonged to a small toad demon. He was swinging the staff wildly as he raved on. "I don't know how you did it, but you will pay for what you did to him!"
"Master Jaken!" scolded a small voice. A little girl appeared, placing a small hand on the toads shoulder. "Didn't you see her? She was applying medicine to him. She didn't harm him at all. She was helping!"
Jaken turned an interesting shade of red.
"If you want him back," began Ayame, "you may have him. This, Lord, was merely a creature in pain that I decided to help. Once he is recovered, Sesshomaru may travel with you again. Until then, he is under our clan's care."
Jaken was about to burst, when Rin walked up to her candidly. She then hugged Ayame's leg. The wolf smiled as the girl looked up. "Thank you."