Hige and Blue walked into the living room, where Kiba and Tsume still sat. Kiba closed his eyes and sniffed the air, filtering his friends scents, the girl smelled of pine and mud. He wondered how long her and the little boy had been in the forest, if the smell had lingered that long.
About an hour had passed, still no sign of awakening from the girl. Blue had kept checking her pulse, reporting it was beating but at a slow pace still. Kiba sighed, pacing the couch, wearing down the carpet.
"Kiba, calm down. What if she can't remember? She'll be useless then." Tsume said, sighing and shaking his head.
"Shut up!" Kiba snapped, glaring at Tsume, "Don't ever call her useless. Don't call anyone useless ever." He growled.
Blue placed a hand on Kiba's shoulder, "Tsume's right Kiba, calm down, she'll wake up eventually."
Kiba shrugged Blue's hand off, "Go. When she does wake up, I want to be alone with her."
The threesome looked at each other, then left, Blue leading the way. Kiba sighed, sitting down on the floor, and rubbing his temples, "Maybe I am asking too much of a girl in a coma." He mumbled.
The girl groaned, and shifted a little. Kiba looked up and sighed, standing and walking over to her. He put his hand on her forehead and felt for a fever. The warmth was normal, but her head felt clammy and sweaty. He noted on that and went into the kitchen to get some soup and a drink for her. With a burn like that, she wouldn't be able to take solid foods until she was better.
After he left the girls eyes fluttered open. She groaned again and sat up, holding her head, "Ouch." She said in a raspy voice. Her hand went to her throat, "My head, my throat… my whole body. It feels like its on fire."
Kiba came back into the living room, holding a bowl of microwaveable soup. Seeing she was awake he rushed and put the soup on the coffee table, "Are you okay?" He asked.
The girl's eyes widened, "Wh-Who are you?"
Kiba smiled gently, "I'm Kiba. Me and my friends found you and your brother; at least that's what we think he is, in the forest. You were both passed out."
She looked around, "Where's K.J?"
"He's with one of my younger friends, Toboe. They're playing outside."
"He's okay?"
"Yes. He's fine.'
She nodded and leaned back.
"Might I ask who you are?"
"I'm Sora, the arctic wolf."
"Well I can tell that. Would you like something to eat?"
She nodded and Kiba handed her the soup.
"You won't be able to have solid foods for a while until we heal that burn of yours. It might never be fully healed but we'll see what we can do okay?"
She nodded again and began to eat.
"May I ask where you're from?" Kiba asked, standing and sitting in the chair opposite of the couch Sora sat in.
Sora looked at him, finished her spoonful of soup then put it down, folding her legs under her body so she could sit up, "Well, my parents died a while ago, when my brother was only a few months old. We escaped from a fire that destroyed our forest and killed most of our pack. It even killed my friend, if only my father's lungs weren't filled with so much smoke, he might have been saved but… he passed out before he could go back."
Kiba's eyes widened a little, "How… how old are you?"
"I'm sixteen."
"S-Sora? Little Sorrow Sora?"
She cocked her head, 'Only my friend knew… …" Sora's eyes widened as well, "Kiba!"