A/N: More short chapters... My new prison is shame...

I own nothing! Except Myrrah... and Ryuk... and a few others... but other than that NOTHING

"Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers. If you want the things you love, you must have showers" Pennies from Heaven

"She's very weak. Her body is extremely malnourished and dehydrated,"

"This girl was probably being hunted. She was shot with a sacred arrow,"

"Will she survive?"

"It is too soon to say, Ayame-sama,"

Myrrah regained consciousness but couldn't open her eyes. She was surrounded by cold stones and shadows and she smelled a fire. She was warm and comfortable, snuggling into whatever warm furry thing she was laying on. A few more muffled voices and she fell back into a comatose state.

"How is she doing?" Ryuk asked one of the healers as he entered the cave.

"We managed to remove the arrowhead and disinfect her wound, but her health is still compromised because of her starvation. The next few hours are very critical,"

"Were you able to get her to eat?"

"Iie, Ryuk-sama," one said with crossed arms. "She fusses like a spoiled pup in her sleep,"

Ryuk took in her appearance. Myrrah's face was pale and her cheeks seemed hollow. Healing cuts littered her beautiful body and her once beautiful long hair was butchered short. The day she came to the tribe, he held her close and felt her. She had gotten so thin. Her heartbeat barely audible. She had fallen into a light coma for a few days. He hadn't gotten the chance to ask what had happened. Not knowing was agonizing. Myrrah was devastated. How long had she gone without eating? Why would she do this to herself? He had never been so infuriated in his entire life.

"I'll watch over her now. You're all excused,"

"Demo, Ryuk-sama-"

"I said leave us," Ryuk snapped harshly.

"Hai, Ryuk-sama," They all bowed respectfully.

Ryuk sat on the futon of furs beside Myrrah's sleeping body. He sighed and pulled her close.

"Ano, Ryuk-sama?"

He looked up from Myrrah's face to see that one healer remained.

"Nani?" He bit out, a little irritated that he had not been left alone like he kindly requested. The healer held in her hands a drinking dish and a stone jug.

"This is water with special properties. It should restore some her strength," The female handed the wolf prince the items. "Perhaps you will have more luck getting her to drink than I,"

Ryuk shrugged and took the liquid filled dish. The young female wolf yokai watched with blushing cheeks as Ryuk drank the contents of the dish, brought his lips to Myrrah's, and let the liquid pour into her mouth. Myrrah stirred a bit as her near death body became lighter. She snuggled closer to Ryuk's chest.

"I think she will be alright," Ryuk smiled while stroking her cheek.

"H-Hai!" The female wolf quickly excited the den confused that the chief's son was intimate with an outsider.

Several Hours Later

She squeezed her eyes shut the second they opened. Myrrah had woken up alone. Confused by her surroundings at first, she quickly recalled that she had been taken in by the wolf demon tribe. "Ryuk?!" She called out and the only response she got was her own echos. She sniffed the air. Ryuk had been close. Her skin was saturated with his scent. She sat back in the warm furs and marveled in their softness. For a few moments, she had almost forgotten what had transpired but a few days ago. She wrapped her legs around her knees and fell back, tears threatened to spill again. How she wished she could sleep forever.

"Ah, you're awake, Myrrah-chan,"

Myrrah slowly turned her stiff body to the one who spoke. It was her! The alpha female of the wolf yokai tribe! She was such an exotic beauty especially for a wolf yokai. She had only truly seen her once a few years prior. Perfect skin, sensitive, intelligent green eyes, long silky red tresses, and a gorgeous womanly figure. (Even after so many children!) This woman before her was Ryuk's mother. She came in with a smile and a small dagger in her hand. Myrrah began to panic at the sight of the weapon. Ayame was amused by the cute look of fright on the pup's face.

"Be calm, child. I thought you might like me to fix your hair," Ayame smiled holding up the knife and a small mirror.

Myrrah hesitantly touched the tips of her hair. It was so short and uneven. She looked back to Ayame and nodded meekly. Ayame took a seat behind the girl and began her work. Myrrah winced when she saw bits of her silvery hair fall around her. She always liked to keep her hair long. It seemed to be a trait in her Sessha's family. It felt as if she were closer to Sesshomaru. A little thing to make up for the fact that she wasn't his real daughter. A sudden thought brought about fear. It was soon quelled when she realized that Ayame wasn't asking any questions about what happened to her. She simply kept up light, comfortable conversations. Myrrah was expecting a harsh interrogation or to be booted out.

It didn't take long for Ayame to finish. Myrrah felt her hair being pulled into a high ponytail.

"There," Ayame said as she finished knotting the ribbon. "All done. See for yourself," She held up the mirror. Myrrah felt a ghost of a smile for half a second.. She suspected that short hair would look ghastly on her but she was pleasantly surprised. Her bangs were still long and bushy and her fringes were still long and dangling near her chest. Ayame added pale pink bindings to hold the fringes in place. Her new ponytail was only a few inches now but it was even and very cute.

"Domo arigato, Ayame-sama," Myrrah said, still observing her new hairstyle in the mirror.

"It was a pleasure. I'm surrounded by males constantly," Amusement danced in her peacock green eyes. "It was nice to do something feminine for once. Demo, how are you feeling?"

"Much better. Thank you for helping me," Myrrah bowed until her forehead touched the ground. She was about to speak again when a loud, animal-like sound echoed through the cave.

"You must be hungry. We just finished preparing the deer that Ryuk caught for you. Come have some when you are ready," Ayame told her while making her way out of the healing den.

A sense of dread washed over Myrrah. She didn't want to look anyone in the eye. She came to the wolf tribe with the appearance of disheveled vagabond. She could just imagine the judgment she would face if she stepped out of the den that was shrouding her shame. What would Ryuk think?! Myrrah, in a very un-lady like manner, smelled her underarm. She made a scrunch face and pulled back. This is what you get when you strand yourself in the woods for days under the hot sun. Although her leg was still injured and her body weak, Myrrah inconspicuously made her way out of the cave and down the mountain to a stream she smelled was close by. No one seemed to pay much attention to her anyway. The stream was utterly lovely. Sunlight poured itself over everything. It was warm and comfortable. Making sure no one was around, Myrrah peeled off her dirty dress and slowly descended into the cool water. She began to vigorously scrub the dirt and grime from her body. Her mind traveled and she began to have dark thoughts. They had two perfect children, had an ugly demon girl, gave her away, and than went on to have another beautiful human child. How miserable. What would she do after this? She couldn't go home and she couldn't stay here forever. She didn't belong anywhere now. Tears brimmed in her eyes at the thought of never seeing her Rin or Sessha ever again. During the time she needed them most, she couldn't see them. She would never hear Rin sing to her again...

Myrrah completely submerged herself to stop her rampaging emotions. If she cried anymore, it was as if her body would finally break. When she resurfaced, there were noises in the wind and bushes. Instinctively her hands flew up to cover her breasts.

"Myrrah?" Ryuk came into full sight. Myrrah sighed with relief and let her arms drop back down to her sides.

"Ryuk? What are you doing here?" she murmured.

"Just checking up on you and to bring you these," Ryuk tossed a white fur garment on the ground.

"Arigato," Myrrah swam over to the side of the stream and inspected the clothing. Of course, Ryuk noticed her puffy, bloodshot eyes but what truly caught his eyes was an obvious scar running across the back of Myrrah's pale neck. Now that her long hair was gone, it was exposed.

"Where did you get that scar?" His voice was more rough than he intended. In the middle of the sentence, the possibility of some scum harming her crossed his mind.

"Eh?" Myrrah lightly touched her neck. "I'm not sure... I've had it all my life and Sessha never told me how I got it,"

"So you didn't get it from who attacked you?" Ryuk raised a brow.

Myrrah cast her golden eyes down. "No one attacked me," He sat on the ground close to her, waiting for her to continue. He rolled his eyes and sighed when she remained silent.

"So you wanna tell me what happened?" Ryuk leaned into her face.

Myrrah hid her eyes under messy bangs. "I-I saw my parents,"

He stayed silent when he saw her tremble.

"My f-father is a half demon... who looks just like me. My mother is human. I have a human older brother and sister. And a younger human brother," She paused. "My older sister was the one who shot me with a sacred arrow," Myrrah's voice broke during the last few words.

His face expressed an emotion that only could be described as implausible.

"Your own sister shot you?"

"She thought I was some demon about to attack her perfect family," Myrrah spat bitterly.

"And your hair?" He tenderly touched her soaked locks.

"I used my father's sword to cut it," Myrrah muttered with a shameful weak smile, but it quickly faltered. "They threw me away...,"

Ryuk pulled her to his chest. Thunder irrupted into her chest. Her heart never beat this wildly, as if she was in a battle. She was still trembling and not because of the cool stream. Once Myrrah was in his arms, she couldn't hold anything in anymore.

"What do you want to do?" He gently cradled her.

"I don't know," Myrrah hiccuped. "But I can't go home. What would happen to me?"

"So stay with me," Ryuk placed his claw on the back of her head and gently guided her eyes to his.

"Hontoni?"

"Yeah, of course," Ryuk smirked. "I would have stolen you from your home anyway," He said playfully and kissed her wet nose.

He expected her to smile at hime like she always did, but it never came. Her light was dimmed. Myrrah only let out a loud sneeze. Ryuk chuckled and held her tighter.

"You should get dressed before you get sick," He rubbed her upper arms.

"R-Right," Myrrah reached over, still sitting in Ryuk's lap, and inspected the furs. It was very pretty. It reminded her of snow. The frock was for female civilians. Most of the yokai she saw constantly wore some form of armor. It was a simple white dress that reached her mid thigh, with knee high white wolf fur legwarmers and matching cuffs.

"C'mon," Ryuk laced his fingers with Myrrah's and smiled. "Let's get some food in you,"

"Hai," Myrrah nodded as they walk together towards the dens. Ryuk noticed that her grip was weak, as if she wanted to get away from him.

Ryuk lead a despondent Myrra into the main area. Myrrah hold on Ryuk's hand remained feeble as she really looked at everything. It was a little odd. Although there was only one tribe, Myrrah counted four types of wolf yokai in all. All living together. Rin had told her that at a point in time, the tribes we segregated and civil wars were as common as breeze. The carnage only ended when Ryuk's brown wolf father united the tribes by marrying Ryuk's white wolf mother. The bonded pair lead their people into a time of prosperity and amity that has lasted over twenty years.

Myrrah became a bit of a spectacle she and Ryuk weaved through the light crowd. There were harsh and confused whispers. Some tried to mask their gawking while others blatantly scowled. Myrrah wished the ground would give way and swallow her whole. How wonderful would it be to stop thinking, stop remembering, even stop feeling.

"Myrrah?"

"Eh?" She looked up to see Ryuk looking down at her. He smile cheekily and placed to fingers between his lips, releasing a high pitched sound. Myrrah stared at him oddly. Her attention was diverted when her keen inu ears picked up the sound of paws against the ground. She whirled her head around just in time to see two very familiar wolves run happily towards her.

"Aniu! Shinta!" Myrrah crouched down and accepted the wolves lovingly into her arms. Korra soon joined them along with her four other siblings. Ryuk watched as Myrrah smiled for the first time since she woke up. Myrrah would do fine in the tribe. She would adjust and heal. If Myrrah felt that she had lost her family, he would give her another.