Ayame stiffens as she hears the howl and panic could be seen in her eyes if anyone had been around. A flashback to the night the village and her father's castle had been invaded and the people massacred. Her heart quickened in its beating and stood and turned her back to the fire. If this was her time...to either be torn to shreds or something she hoped for worse than that she wanted to meet it head to head. She held the carving in one hand and the carving dagger in the other. The dagger had never tasted blood of another and only hers when she had nicked a finger. Her eyes held a sad look that welcomed death and also feared it.