There was nothing that sent shivers down Weed’s spine quite like the smell of blood. It was quite ironic, really, considering being the leader of an army. The Akita mix had been on one of his border patrols, when the wind carried over that sharp, metallic scent to his nostrils. Weed’s heart skipped a beat, immediately rushing in the direction of the scent. His mind became plagued with questions. Was one of his comrades hurt? Hod someone attacked them? Were they...dead? Weed gritted his teeth; he had to focus. Panicking would only make things worse, especially if he had to calm down an injured him dog. It wasn’t long before Weed spotted a large figure, her body dripping with both water and blood. Her spotted pattern and mohawk reminded Weed of only one thing: the Koga. Weed approached the female, calling out in a concerned voice, “Are you alright? What happened!?”

“Hold on,” said Weed, rushing to Kiseki’s side. He nudged the Koga female gently, helping her up to her paws. He caught her scent as he did...something about it seemed so...familiar. Weed couldn’t be sure what, and decided to chalk it up as her being apart of the team of Koga dogs who assisted in fighting Hougen all those years ago. Weed allowed Kiseki to lean against his shoulder, and he he leaned out to pick up the scythe of her weapon in his maw.

“I’ve got you,” the Akita mix told her gently, though his coice was muffled by the scythe. “I’ll bring you back to the Ohu camp. My comrades and I will look after you, miss.”

“Aha,” Weed chuckled politely. “I see. But, I don’t mind, really. I wouldn’t want you to step on it accidentally or anything.” Weed led her on a relatively simple path up the mountain, one with few large rocks or gorges to leap over. Once the mountain’s peak came into view, it was only a short walk until reached the rest of the pack. “There’s lots of caves up here,” Weed continued. “I’ll put you in one and grab Cross. She knows a lot about tending to injured dogs.”

Weed gasped, his ears flattening against his head as he noticed the kunai in Kiseki’s side. “Oh my gosh!” he cried, almost whimpering in his panic. His eyes darted about. He wasn’t exactly skilled in healing like Cross was, but he didn’t comfortable just leaving Kiseki alone. Shakily, Weed sat and began to howl for assistance, a loud, echoing howl that was carried over the Ohu mountains.

Cross padded out to the edge of the cliff, her ears perking slightly at Weed’s howl. Already, she could see other dogs descending the mountain to reach their Leader. Not hesitating for a second longer, Cross followed after them, still maintaining a bit of her speed despite her old age. She came across Weed and Kiseki quickly, pausing, horried, at the scent of blood. “Weed!?” she cried in alarm. “What’s happened!?”

“She collasped,” Weed replied, his voice shaking a bit. “And she’s wounded. Please, Cross...help her!”

“I’ll...I’ll do what I can,” the Saluki replied with a nodded. She barked at the other dogs for certain herbs and plants, and obediently, they retrieved them. Meanwhile, she and Weed lapped away the blood.

As the other dogs returned from the woods with herbs, Cross begsn to chee them up and make a healing poultice for the wounds. She gave Weed a nervous glance. “Weed,” she begsn slowly. “I have to apply this poultice, but not with that weapon lodged in her side. Do you think that you could...?” She trailed off, watching as Weed swallowed nervously.

“I...I’ll try...” Weed said. Some Leader he was, stumbling over his words as if he hadn’t seen blood before. Weed took a deep breath, looking at Kiseki’s face. “This will hurt for just a second...I-I promise...” He bent over, gently gripping the wet, bloody metal in his fangs. He closed his eyes tightly, and pulled as wuickly as he could.

Kiseki yowled loudly as it was ripped from in between her ribcage. Blood spurred from the wound,causing her to panic. She looked up to see a much older dog asking a question if she is ally or foe. Kiseki couldn't say anything as she slowly went into shock,shaking violently.

"T...thank you.",She weakly whined and felt the moist moss pressed against her forehead,it gave her some peace of mind as she tried to ignore the burning pain. "My name is Kiseki,the miracle warrior of Koga, my life is forever in your debt.",Kiseki croaked and twitched as the poultice was applied on her wounded side. The kusarigama fell to the feet of the Ohu dogs as she laid her head down,taking a deep breath in and out.