Megohime stirred slowly from her sleep, opening her eyes and getting her hearings before looking to Masamune's large head, watching him in his restless slumber for a moment before getting to her feet. She had never seen Masamune do what he was doing, weither he was hurt or ill- even a simple nightmare, but whatever it was it still concerned her. Starting for the cave entrance, she let out a soft yawn, hair a mess and sleep still in her eyes.
There was a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the caves, one Masamune could never mistake- Megohime's. The dragons mate lay slaughtered at the men's feet, a deep wound nearly cleaving her arm and shoulder from her body, blood pooling around her quickly, and already the life had drained from her eyes.