Honestly, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep. It was quite careless of her, but she had been just so tired and had decided to rest her eyes for a few moments before she got up and continued on her way. Unfortunately, things did not go her way as she had fallen asleep. She didn’t stir as Rin approached, noticing her as she sat slumped against the base of the tree. She was a lovely woman with an eye patch and a paw print tattoo opposite the cheek of the patch. Her skin was pale and smooth and she had long, slightly wild looking black hair. Although she was a wolf demon, she did not dress in pelts and armor. Instead, she wore a dark colored kimono with an obi. Her hands were wrapped with bandages and so were her feet. There was a slit on each side of the kimono, allowing for easy movement. Her feet were clad in a pair of simple sandals.<br/><br/><br/>She was not unarmed, for at her waist sat two swords. One had a blue and black hilt with a star charm dangling from it while the other had a black and white hilt with a moon charm. She remained asleep as Rin discussed her with Jaken. She was not injured, just exhausted. It was only when Sesshomaru approached her that she stirred, if only because of the black and white hilt sword that had pulsed in warning, alerting her to possible danger.<br/><br/><br/>She made a soft sound as she woke up, immediately sensing that she was no longer alone. Her blue eye opened and she stared at his feet before dragging her gaze up along his body and finally landing on his face. She stared at him with her single eye, an unreadable expression on her features. Although she appeared unbothered by his presence, her body was tensed and coiled and ready for action though she made no move to reach for one of her swords. She studied him for a moment, her mind clearing of the grogginess of sleep.<br/><br/><br/>An inuyoukai? Her gaze then shifted, noticing the human child and the small demon beside her. That was interesting. She didn’t say a word but made no move to get up. Instead, she focused her gaze back on the male staring her down, clearly wanting an answer to his question. She frowned slightly as she eyed him warily, judging his strength. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak. “I am no one of importance.” Her tone was cold, a guarded look in her lone eye before she moved to rise to her feet. Although her feet ached in protest, she knew that she could not show weakness in front of this man.<br/><br/><br/>Her gaze unconsciously shifted back to the child and her expression softened by a fraction. How had this human child wound up with this serious, cold looking demon? She didn’t seem like she was there against her will. Her heart beat was steady and her eyes curious. There was no sign of discomfort or fear and that set her at ease, if only a little bit. She was too tired to fight the male demon. Which meant she needed to get away from him before he decided to attack, though he had not shown a sign of hostility. Still, Angel didn’t trust strangers and it was obvious as she started to move away from them without a word.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Naraku was still unconscious when she found him, his skin pale and his breathing labored and weak. He didn’t stir as she assured him that she was here to help. It seemed that he would not be waking anytime soon. He laid still while she looked after his wound, slowly beginning to stir though he showed no outward signs of waking up. Suddenly, his red eyes snapped open and his hand shot out, quicker than expected as his fingers curled around her wrist, preventing her from touching him further as he slowly dragged his pain hazed gaze towards her face.<br/><br/><br/>His grip was tight and at first, he didn’t say anything. After a moment, his eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on her face. “Who….who are you?” His voice was hoarse, pain evident in his tone but it did not stop him from fixing her with a nasty glare, distrust shining in his red eyes. He did not know who this woman was or what her intentions was and he planned to find out while he was still conscious. Unfortunately, he could already feel himself beginning to weaken again as his grip loosened until his hand fell away, his eyes hooded.