Angel paused, her back to him as she listened to his words. She then spun on her heel, ignoring the aching of her protesting and exhausted body as she looked at him. Her gaze once more darted towards the child before returning her gaze to the man. “That is kind of her. I appreciate her concern. However, I am not injured.” She stared into his golden eyes with her one eye, a frown pulling at her lips. She couldn’t explain it, but he seemed the type to not offer his aid easily. Did the human girl have such a hold on him that he wanted to help her for the sake of the child? She then tore herself from her thoughts as he mentioned that she must have been traveling a while and that she smelled of the South.<br/><br/><br/>He was right about that. She was born and raised in the South and it was her home, even though she had no specific place to settle. Something like that was a luxury she could not afford right now. No, she had to keep moving and search for that wretched man. Finally, he introduced himself and the child but didn’t introduce the small demon. Not that she cared to know its name. However, his name sounded familiar and she thought for a moment before she connected the dots. “Sesshomaru… Lord of the West?”<br/><br/><br/>She had heard the rumors that the Western Lord had taken in a human child. It also made sense that she ran into him. After all, she was a stranger in his lands. She was expecting hostility from him, but he didn’t seem to deign her a threat. She didn’t know, but that miffed her slightly. Although she had no intention of causing trouble, Angel hated being underestimated. Still, his offer was tempting.<br/><br/><br/>“Very well, I will accept your offer. My name is Angel Tama-Kuro. I am the leader of the Tama-Kuro wolf tribe that belongs to the southern lands.” She then paused, thinking for a moment. “I am in search of a man by the name of Atsuki. Perhaps you have heard of him? He has long black hair and piercing golden eyes.” She didn’t like asking for help. The thought of depending on someone who could just as easily betray her and let her down did not sit well with her. But she would humor him if only for the sake of the child known as Rin.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Naraku stared hard at her, distrust showing heavily in his gaze but after a moment, he released her wrist and allowed his hand to fall back to the ground. He watched her with hooded eyes, the redness of his eyes standing out against his dark hair and pale skin. He was a beautiful man, after all. However, he doubted that she would willingly help him if she knew who he really was. This was a chance to recover if she was telling the truth. If he could recover and get strong, he could get revenge against Inuyasha and his group.<br/><br/><br/>She asked for a name to call him by and he stared at her for a moment before averting his gaze. “…Onigumo.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. After all, he had once been called that. Before he had accepted the demons into his body and became Naraku. Still, it was convenient as a fake name. She could not be allowed to know the truth of who he was.<br/><br/><br/>Unfortunately, he could no longer keep his eyes open and they slid closed as he fell back into the darkness of unconsciousness. He had lost a lot of blood and although his hanyou body was attempting to heal the damage, he was in danger of not making it.