She had waited until the traveler had fallen asleep before she approached his campsite. Her watchful eyes had been on the young man for hours, waiting until she was quite sure he was safely in his slumber before moving forward to claim her prize. She rummaged through the scraps of his meal, looking for any remaining meat on the bones of the small game he had caught earlier.
How pitiful was it that the great Amaterasu was forced to feeding off the scraps of others? The great white wolf snuffled through his bags, searching for more nutrition, paused for a moment as she heard the familiar sound of a katana being unsheathed. The Goddess jumped back as the blade came into contact with the ground just in front of her, and she did the only thing she actually could do. She gave up.
The wolf rolled over onto her side, paws dangling in the air, and she looked up into the eyes of the traveler, begging to be heard. Her fractured leg was too weak to run on, and the way her fur hung from her bones made it obvious she had not been able to hunt. She was in no fit state to battle. At least if he killed her, she would reincarnate in Takamagahara and could start over again. She closed her eyes as she watched the man raise the blade, waiting to feel the last pain of this lifetime…
And it didn’t come. She heard the katana resheathed, and the man walking away from her a bit. Her eyes opened, and she watched as he gathered some dried meat, pouring some water into a bowl as well and placing both near her. She staggered to her feet and began to drink eagerly, her dry mouth welcoming the crispness of the fresh spring water.
“Okami Amaterasu…. What horrors have befallen you to let you appear to me like this?”
He was a believer. She breathed a sigh of relief as he gently ran a hand over her fur, scratching behind her ears. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, my friend. My tales are of the most incredulous kind.
“I’ve got time, if you’d tell me.”