By the time Kouga awoke Night had fallen. The moon shined eerily, lighting up the ground and the crimson blood that coated it. Kouga  lay still, trying to put together what had happened and where he was, when the scent of blood filled his nostrils. The memories flooded back. His tribe slaughtered their bodies, the pain, the blood, Naraku! Slowly he attempted to raise himself only to collapse back on the ground, gasping, grinding his teeth together to keep from crying out. Reaching  out he found his sword lying not far away. Slowly he raised himself up using the sword for support. stagering, he headed toward the stream at the foot of the hill on which the cave was poistioned. the journey down the slope was a slow and painfull process. Each step brought new waves of misery shouting up his legs and chest. Roots seemed to be reaching out, intentionally trying to hinder Kouga's progress. Slowly dizziness set in from the large loss of blood. Stumbling forward onto a protruding log Kouga went rolling down the hill till he came crashing into a small rocky stream. for awhile Kouga lay there letting the icy water lap against his body from the creek. Bleeding, brused, and broken, he lay there letting thoughts and mamories came flooding into his mind. His tribe was dead, brutally slaughtered. They had trusted him, depended upon him . He was responsible for their protection. He began to think of what he might have done to change things. Maybe if he had only been more prepaired or had fought harder, maybe....... Slowly his mind wondered back to Kagome. He wondered where she was right then and if she was alright .                 more comming soon~!!!!