Okami-Hikaru

I. The Child     It was cold, very cold. The girl’s hands rubbed together as she attempted to exhale some warmth onto frostbitten flesh, dark eyes darting about. If she could gather just enough gold, she could find food or a safe place to sleep for the night, just enough to get by another night. She drew a breath in, cringing when she felt the icy air sear through her chest. All in all, this was a terrible night to pick pockets, she figured. Hardly anyone was about. Of course, just her luck that she end up on the streets at this particular time. People were more reluctant to leave their homes in the wake of recent events. Living statu