He tried to suppress a flinch as her fingers skirted a particularly nasty tear - damn thing had really done a number on him. Kouga wasn’t above admitting that his wounds fucking hurt, but allowing the pain to show on his face while in Kagome’s presence was more of a strike to his ego than he could bare, and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to divert at least a little of his attention from his injury.
Judging by Kagome’s expression, his attempt at subterfuge hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“Men,” she grumbled under her breath, rifling through her pack for something. The light from their hastily constructed fire shone brilliantly on her dark hair and eyes, and Kouga noticed - albeit hazily, the blood oozing from his wound making him feel light-headed - that she chewed on her lip while she concentrated.