Redhawk Caldera not used to seeing this much of my own blood anymore

There is a necklace of red growing around her neck, but Airi isn't admiring it. She is no masochist, taking pleasure at the thought of being hurt by a stronger being. Instead, Airi was furious, both at herself and at the wolf that she still felt something nice towards. Had it not been for the dragon that resided within her, she might have bled out in her attempt of a tantrum. As she ran, her body wanted to slow down, but she was pressed forward as Zennyo took over, pushing her forward as best he could as their body weakened, a winding trail of blood behind them.

Except, neither of them knew where they were going. They were unfamiliar with the land here, Blackfeather Woods as far south as they had ever gone before. And they kept winding south, Ryūjin too far away from them to reach safely. But this still a gamble. While the molten-eyed wolf did not deal the finishing blow, there was enough blood to kill the girl if she does not find someone to help her soon.

Zennyo jerks them to a rising stone structure in the distance, the smell of wolves, once faint, now becoming stronger with each step. It takes the rest of their energy to drag them there, and the moment Airi's body is resting on the border, Zennyo collapses, using the last of his energy to summon a garbled howl from Airi's throat before passing control back to the young girl.