There was a rustle of grass and soft laughter that proceeded a small dark haired child.  She was quiet cute in a clean if travel worn Kimono and a gap where a tooth should be.  She stopped abruptly seeing the woman at the base of the tree tilting her head curiously before turning.<br/><br/>”Master Jaken There’s someone here.” she called. A faint grumbling in the distance became a strange squawk of worry before a small beaked demon rushed up to the girl gaze following her finger and gulping thickly. A wolf demon!<br/><br/>“Come now Rin let’s get back you’ve gone to far ahead!” the lesser demon said hastily trying to push Rin away from the demon back towards where another demon walked at his usual sedate pace.<br/><br/>He had no reason to rush.<br/><br/>“But what if she’s hurt?” Rin asked concerned as Jaken pushed her back another step the two locked in a battle of strength. Jaken scowled if Rin got hurt he’d pay the price, even if it was her fault. Curiosity was a shameful human condition!<br/><br/>“What is it?”  the voice was cool and smooth with only the mildest censor of Jakens actions.  Once more the demon squawked in surprise instantly bowing to his master “There is a wolf demon by a tree and I felt Rin would be better served staying closer to you until we knew it’s intent!” he proclaimed quickly.<br/><br/>A single silvery eyebrow arched, perhaps in his time with Rin he had mellowed somewhat but Sesshomaru found himself curious of the feminine smell drifting towards him, a female wolf demon, quiet powerful as well.<br/><br/>“I don’t know but she might be hurt.” Rin said looking up at him with nervous eyes.  Noting her expression he moved forward his hand for a moment resting on her head in the faintest comforting gesture before he walked towards the demon a simple hand gesture would ensure Jaken kept Rin back while he investigated the situation.  He didn’t smell any blood so he doubted she was hurt.  However, he knew Rin would worry and, he found he disliked it when she was upset.<br/><br/>“Who are you?” he asked approaching the demoness with the same calm controle he approached anything noting for a moment the soft curve of her cheek, and a patch over one eye.  He was mildly surprised to find himself inspecting her appearance.  An odd thing as normal he would only have kept an eye out for weapons.  Was he seeking injuries to reassure Rin?<br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>It was early Mists swirled between the trees brought up by the cool of dawn,  it would burn off as the sun climbed, but she liked this best.  She moved through the trees with little thought letting her wandering feet take her where they may.  After so many years she knew acres of the woods by heart she had no fear of getting lost, though maybe, sometimes she wished it. In a small secret place in her heart where she kept all her selfish wishes.<br/><br/>Kohana smelled the blood first, a stain in the pure calm smell of the woods and the peace of the morning.  It was a string sell meaning there was a lot of it, but no animal having been hunted was the cause.<br/><br/>This smelled like demon blood.<br/><br/>She quickened her pace long robes rustling as she moved swiftly between the trees leaving behind a single inky black feather. Following the scent she approached the wounded body carefully.  Like a wounded bear, injured demons were incredibly dangerous, but this one didn’t seem conscious.  Still she was cautious as she approached kneeling beside it.  She carefully turned his head brushing hair from his face.<br/><br/>“If you are awake, do not fear.  I am Kohana, I am going to help you.” she said gently, if he was conscious enough to hear her that would hopefully keep him from lashing out and attacking her.  She lifted a hand and a small white bird flew down landing on her finger<br/><br/>“Please fetch my Maids I cannot carry him on my own.” she instructed, the bird twittered confirmation before flying off.  It would take time for the bird to lead her people back to them so she settled examining his wound.  She parted the purple fabric, deeply stained with blood to expose the wound and flesh.<br/><br/>“This must have been quite a battle you fought.” she mused softly lifting the hem of her robe and biting a small tear so she could rip strips from it and begin to clean the wound.  It had been a long time since she had been in the company of a man not her father.  All her guards and caretakers where female.  Her father only came once a year on her birthday.  She reached curiously rubbing a lock of his hair between her fingers before chuckling a little to herself and resumed cleaning the wound.<br/><br/>“Perhaps I should have carried a needle and thread with me, I didn’t know I would stumble upon someone so injured.” the words where more for herself then anything but she imagined if he was able to hear her it might be comforting to know he wasn't alone.  For now she had no idea if he would survive.  She hoped so, she’d feel quiet sad if he passed away but if he did at least he would not do so alone.