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Okay, here’s the next one for ya! The big 2-0! It was going to be much longer but then it got tooooo long. So I had to break up the chapter. Which means… the other should be out soon! :D Also, for those not on DeviantArt, you should check it out because I’m probably going to upload some “delicious” fanart if you get my drift. ;) :) Enjoy!

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Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

Red Fur

The moon was dimly lit that night, a couple of days away from when the moon had been full. The desert night was cold and still, nothing but dirt, a few dry brush, canyons and plateaus within the distance that surrounded the figures. The boy stood there frozen, his heavy breathing fogging the air as he looked around him. His heart was beginning to beat faster as he found that he was completely circled by several wolves.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they were in the least bit like him. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking? Nothing was ever that easy. No, these were wild animals, at least ten of them. He felt so helpless and at the same time stupid for being lured away like that. He looked around, quickly glancing at each of them, looking for the silver and white wolf, but it was not there.

What had he done? He was in the middle of nowhere, the old town a ways off. He couldn’t see it in the distance now. And he didn’t even know which direction he had come from. How long had he been out here looking for that other wolf?

It was then that one of the wolves began to growl at him, holding itself in a readying attack stance. A few of the others soon followed this suit, their hackles raised as they viciously snarled at him. Did he even have a chance to run? And what good would it do? They’d just chase after him and take him down.

The boy yelped and lost his footing when a black one suddenly lunged closer and snapped its teeth at him. It caused him to fall back on his rear, crying out in pain when he hit a sharp rock that cut into his left thigh. He instinctively grabbed onto the wound but realized that he didn’t have time to focus on that. He quickly looked back up in horror as the wolves moved in, advancing toward him as they hungrily growled, their sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

This was it, the end of the road. No more Paradise. He would never see Tsume again… Tsume…

The boy closed his eyes, tears in his eyes as he quickly put his arms up to cover his face. Just then, he heard a young girl’s voice cry, “NO!”, looking up as another wolf barged through the others. It quickly placed itself in front of him, its teeth bared and hackles raised at the rest of the pack. The boy’s pulse quickened; it was the white and silver wolf that he had followed out here!

She stayed her ground as the other wolves continued to growl, now turning their attention to her, the new intruder. The boy lowered his arms, leaning back on the ground as the wolf held her stance next to him, determined to protect him from the others.

It was then that the boy noticed a larger brown wolf moving through the pack toward them, its yellow eyes glowing. The white and silver wolf turned her gaze toward him, her ears lowering as he approached them and stopped in front of her. She withdrew her snarl, as did the other wolves. “Miri,” he breathed, his tone angry, “What have you done?”

“Father! He’s like us!” she pleaded, stepping back, her four legs standing over the boy’s.

The brown wolf snarled in reply, snapping at her face. She yelped in reply, cowering back just slightly. “Stupid girl!” he yelled, “He’s an outsider! He doesn’t belong here!” The other wolves began to growl again, following the suit of their leader. They stepped in closer but the female wolf remained standing over the boy, snarling back in reply.

“Move aside.” Her father commanded.

“No!” she yelled back, “You can’t kill him!” She growled directly at him, “I won’t let you! You’ll have to kill me first! …” She wouldn’t move. Her mind was made up.

The brown wolf stood over the top of her, his hackles raised and his fangs bared. The white and silver one snarled back at him, daring him to make the first move. The other wolves began to ready as well, ready to jump in as soon as the leader accepted the challenge. The boy remained frozen underneath the female wolf, his eyes wide and heart beating fast as the scene took place around him.

But just when things were about to get worse, an old man’s voice sounded from outside all of the commotion. “Turek!” The boy looked ahead as an elderly gray wolf stepped into the circle, slowly making his way to the dark wolf and his daughter. “Does a tree cut off its own limb?” he asked, standing next to the pack’s leader.

The dark brown wolf snarled in reply, “Stay out of this, old man.”

The gray wolf stood there for a moment, not saying anything as he looked around at the others, who seemed to submit to his presence. He smiled, then looking back to the white and silver wolf who would not look at him. “Miri,” he spoke to her gently. She still wouldn’t look up, her ears back and frowning as if she had been defeated. “Miri, look at me.”

She did so slowly, her face troubled.

He only smiled at her, “My dear, what is the point of this? Are you really willing to throw your own life away on this boy?”

“Yes.” she simply replied, her voice only lacking a small bit of confidence.

The gray wolf sighed, “You really are your mother’s daughter...” He then turned to the rest of the pack, his expression fading from content to one of seriousness. “End this. Return to your dens.” He strictly commanded. The other wolves lowered their ears and nodded, slowly walking away from the scene and into the night, one at a time.

After a few moments, all that remained now were the three wolves and the boy, who still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The silence was broken when the dark brown wolf finally spoke, “Well?”

“Well what?” the older wolf replied.

“I can’t believe you’d undermine me like that! What is this?!” he yelled angrily, snarling once more.

“All in good time, my son. You will see.” The gray wolf spoke calmly, then he turned to the young female. “Miri, get along now. I’ll catch up to you and your father in a moment or two.” He smiled.

The white and silver wolf looked back to the boy, her golden green eyes troubled. “Miri!” her father yelled, snapping her attention back to face him. She nodded, stepping away from the boy. “Dammit, Kalev.” The brown wolf growled once more to the older one, “I hope you know what you’re doing to our pack.” He then turned to snarl at his daughter, who nodded in reply and quickly followed after him. She only looked back once more at the boy, their gazes catching each other only for a moment.

The boy sat there, unsure of what was going on. Just before his thoughts began to run even more wild the old wolf turned back to him, frowning, “You’re not fully awakened yet, are you?”

“W-what?” the boy breathed. “How do you? What… why are… What are you?” he choked on each word.

The gray wolf smiled, “Silly boy.” He nudged him under the arm, “Stand up.”

He did as he was told, stumbling as he tried to gather himself. He winced as he felt the cut on his left thigh and placed his hand over it. It wasn’t bleeding profusely, but it was still bad. The wolf looked back at him, “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of that.” He looked away and began to move forward, walking slowly. “Now come on, young pup.”

The boy frowned at the name, but nodded and began to walk after him. He didn’t know what much else he could do, really. He grabbed his backpack, slowly limping after the old wolf. He was a little anxious and worried, not knowing where they were going.

All he knew is that he would find out everything soon enough.

…

The sky was a bright blue that day, foamy white clouds filling its great abyss. The sun was shining brightly, the summer’s warmth beating down on the skin that wasn’t covered up by his white tank top. The boy sighed, leaning back onto the hard red surface, kicking his legs that were dangling off the edge. He sat at the very top of a plateau that rose about twenty feet or so off the ground, overlooking the rest of the landscape.

It was so beautiful out here. The land was painted with many shades of reds, blues, oranges and purples, green brush here and there. Further out he could see the forest’s edge growing out onto the red ground covered with brittle grass. What he at one time had considered a wasteland, he’d grown to love.

Had it really been over a year since he’d come out here?

Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply and smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe it. Even though it seemed that his search for paradise had been put on hold for some time, it wasn’t like that at all. There was a small part of him that wondered if this was paradise. He truly had come to love everything out here, the nature, the small town and his new pack. This was his life now.

But even though it seemed he had finally found security and peace, there was still something inside of him that longed for something more. A familiar face began to venture into his mind just before a hawk flew overhead, calling out and bringing him out of his thoughts. The boy watched as it soared overhead, gliding on the wind’s currents.

The sun came out again, as it had been hiding behind a cloud. Squinting his eyes, the boy wiped away the sweat from his forehead, pushing his auburn hair back behind his ears. He then reached inside his pant’s pocket, pulling out a band. He began to tie his hair back, not believing how long it had gotten, at least another four or five inches past his shoulders.

“That’s better!” he sighed out loud to himself, having gotten his hair out of the way, his skin being able to breath better with the heat. Even though summer was almost to an end, it was still very warm out. He hadn’t bothered to cut his hair since he’d been here, letting it grow long like this. Maybe he should cut it off?

No, Miri liked it... He smiled again, kicking his feet once more.

“Hey you!” he heard a girl’s voice echo from down below. Looking down, he accidentally kicked off one of his sandals. He made a funny face, watching as it bounced off the rocks on its way down, finally landing on the red ground. Suddenly a girl stepped from behind a few tall rocks, walking over to the shoe and bending over to pick it up.

The boy watched, smiling as she stood back up, pointing the shoe up at him. “Did you try to hit me with this, Toboe?!” She yelled. He could tell that she was pretending to be angry, one of her hands on her hips.

“Yes! But I missed!” he called down at her, laughing.

“Well, then I’m coming up to give it back to you! How’s that?!” she taunted, walking over to the rocks. The boy watched her as she began to climb up. He worried a little that it was so bright out, wondering if she’d even bothered to put on sunscreen. Her skin was so milky white that she even made him look tan! And her hair was just as much the same color, such a light blond that it was almost white.

She’d gone out of view now, but he could hear her climbing up as he leaned back once more, looking out on the land’s vast expanse. He still couldn’t believe how long he’d been here with everyone. He could still remember that night like it was yesterday…

…

The boy winced, yelping slightly as a wet cloth was applied to the wound on his thigh. “Aghh,” he whined, “What’s in that?!” He watched as the older woman continued to clean the cut, still fresh with blood. She frowned, most likely irritated that she was taking care of an intruder. The boy frowned as well, looking away. He felt so uncomfortable here, an outsider in a strange place with strange people. Or rather, wolves.

He couldn’t believe all that had happened this night. What was an hour ago, seemed like minutes that he had expected his life to be over, sitting there as that white and silver wolf stood over him. She was willing to die for him. Why?

And now he was sitting here in this old and small one room house that was only illuminated by a couple of lit candles, being patched up by an old woman who obviously didn’t want to be here. He blushed, feeling embarrassed as he only wore a t-shirt aside from his underwear. He sighed, leaning back a little on the bed as the woman continued to dress his wound.

“Whiskey.” He heard her mutter. He turned back to her, watching as she wrapped gauze around his bare leg.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanted to know what was on the cloth. So I told you.” She plainly spoke, standing up and walking into the kitchen away from him. He watched as she began to wash her hands, studying her wrinkles and long braided gray hair.

It was then that the front door burst open, a young girl that appeared to be his age with pale skin and short light hair barging in. “All right! Where is he?!” she announced loudly, a slightly older boy with short black hair quickly following in after her. “Miri, no!” he scolded her as attempted to pull her back. She wouldn’t give in, her hands on her hips and her face determined.

The girl darted her head back and forth until she saw the boy across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wait! Don’t look!” he immediately cried, grabbing a blanket to cover himself up.

“Aw, don’t flatter yourself!” she waved her hand, walking over to him.

The boy clutched the blanket next to him, “W-what?” he breathed, frowning and embarrassed at the implications. He watched as she now stood in front of him, her hands on her hips once more as she looked down at him, her face scowling.

The other boy just stood behind her, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms with a shrug.

The boy didn’t understand what this was. He shot a glare back at the girl in defense, not sure what he was up against. After a couple of minutes of silence passed by, the girl sighed, looking back to the older woman who was still in the kitchen, now pouring herself a cup of hot tea.

“Gran!” she began, “Is he ok? What’s his name?” she asked, her tone frustrated.

“I don’t know,” the old woman answered, sipping her hot drink, “Why don’t you ask him?”

The girl then shot her head back to the boy, still frowning. “You! Are you okay? What’s your name?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, frowning back at her. But it wasn’t out of anger, it was out of frustration. What was with this girl?... He glanced over to her friend, who glanced at him plainly and then looked away.

The boy bit his lip and finally answered, not sure of what else to do, “Toboe... And yes, I’m fine.” He looked away then, feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation. And then he heard the other boy snickering a little and he looked up at him, his face giving way. “You’re scaring him! I think he shit himself!” he began to laugh harder, bending over and clutching his stomach.

The girl turned to her companion, biting her lip and snarling right before she hit him on the arm. He yelped, stopping his laughing all together. “Fuck, Miri!” he growled.

“Language!” the older woman yelled from the kitchen. She had begun to mess around in there, and the others could hear her putting something together with all the noise from the pantry doors and mixing bowls.

“Yes, sorry Ma’am.” The black haired boy apologized, sticking his tongue out at the girl.

Toboe studied the older boy for a moment, looking at his black hair and golden eyes. He sat up straight then, his eyes widening when he finally figured it out, “Wait a minute! You’re that black wolf, the one who snapped at me!” he accused him angrily. The black haired one looked back at him and smirked. “Yeah, what’s it to you?” he sneered.

“And you!” Toboe pointed to the girl, who looked at him and smiled warmly from ear to ear, “You’re that white and silver wolf, right?” He was trying to adapt to the situation, being taken in by these strangers who were just like him. But it still didn’t feel right.

The girl took a bow, gesturing her hand in a service manner, “That’d be me, mah dear!”

“T-thanks,” Toboe stuttered, remembering his manners.

“For what?” she replied.

The other one smirked, “Hmph… Figures.”

“Get out of here, Sera! I told you to leave me alone, anyways!” the girl’s attitude took a turn for the worse as she snapped at him angrily. He only put his hands up in defense, smiling and sweating a little. “Okay, okay.” He stepped back, walking away from them. But before he ducked out the front door, he turned back to her, “Geeze, Miri. You think you can act like this just cuz’ yer Turek’s daughter? …Daddy’s little girl.”

“Screw you!” she yelled.

“Language!” the older woman yelled again, just as the door was shut. The girl turned back around, frowning and sitting on the bed next to Toboe. She put her hands under her legs, bending over a little and sighing. “I’m sorry about that. He’s such a jerk.” She looked over to the boy when he didn’t say anything. “Oh!” she smiled suddenly, “I’m Miri!” she held out her hand to him, waiting for him to take it.

“Yeah… I got that.” The boy replied. He was frustrated and just way too tired for this. He was about to shake her hand when the older woman came over to them. The girl pulled her hand away, frowning as she thought the boy had ignored her. The woman sat on the chair next to the bed, holding a steamy bowl and spoon in her hand. “Sit up, Toboe.”

“How do you know my-“

“I have ears, don’t I? Now sit up.” She commanded.

The boy blushed, nodded and did so, leaning back against the wall. The old woman leaned in closer, spooning some of the hot liquid from the bowl. “Open up.” She spoke roughly and the boy listened, not wanting to protest the cold mannered woman.

Toboe swallowed it but almost gagged. “Ugh, what is that?” he asked, instinctively grabbing his throat.

“You ask too many questions.” The woman replied, shoving the hot bowl into his hands. “Finish it, yourself.” She then stood up, walking back into the kitchen. The boy watched her, his eyes wide at the attitude she held.

“Ignore Gran, she’s old.” Miri whispered to him, snickering.

“I’m not that old!” the woman hollered back, a slight bit of humor now in her voice.

The girl laughed, leaning in next to Toboe who held onto the warm bowl of hot soup. A part of him wanted to laugh as well, but he couldn’t. Instead he looked down into his bowl, watching the swirling gold liquid and bits of herbs move around as the girl pressed in closer to him, still giggling. She didn’t know the meaning of personal boundaries, did she?

…

“Can you believe it? I can’t wait for tonight.” the girl smiled, stretching her arms out to the blue sky.

The boy looked at the pale girl walking next to him along the dirt path, smiling as she spoke.

“I’m so excited. Just once a month isn’t enough…” she sighed, looking off into the distance.

The boy smiled again, putting one hand in his pocket as the other pulled along an empty wagon. Miri didn’t have to say what she was talking about because she’d been talking about it non-stop for the entire time he’d been there. He knew that it was the night of the full moon. The pack’s elder, Kalev, had told him little of it.

He was still considered an outsider among everyone else, even the young children hardly spoke to him. Their village near the forest’s edge was small, and one would assume that everyone living there would be friendly, but they were not. At least not to him. He was trying to fit in, but he still felt out of place.

But he was excited as well, not only for the celebration, but Kalev had promised that he would fully awaken tonight, embracing his true identity as a wolf. But he was also nervous, as he felt he was expected of him. The three months that he’d been staying with their pack, he hadn’t been able to change at all. It embarrassed him how random it had been since he’d caught the scent of that lunar flower back in that alleyway in the city.

The old gray wolf had recently appointed himself the boy’s mentor. While they hadn’t spoken much before then, Kalev promised that after this night of the full moon, that everything would change for him. And tonight would be the first time that he would ever be allowed to participate as if he were part of their pack. Everything he knew up until now was about to change.

But for now the two teenagers were on their way into town, sent by Miri’s Gran to run errands. The boy smiled, remembering why he’d begun to like her in the first place. As soon as he heard the girl call the old woman Gran, he felt such familiarity with her for obvious reasons. He had come to learn that she too was raised her grandmother, even though Turek, her father and the leader of the pack, was alive and breathing. That was all he knew. He assumed it was much more complicated than that though.

“Toboe, you’ve got the list, right?” Miri broke the silence as they finally approached the town.

Toboe nodded, pulling it out of his pocket to show her. The girl smiled and gave him a thumbs-up in approval, taking it from him before she stopped at the end of the dirt path where pavement took over. She looked both ways up and down the street, even though it was dead. Crossing the street, the boy followed her, dragging the wagon across the road.

The small, old town was fairly busy as it was midday. There were only a few cars, it was mostly pedestrians. It seemed that each one would stare at them as they passed. Was he considered an outsider here too? This place wasn’t any different from the wolves’ village off in the wilderness.

He looked around as he followed her onto the sidewalk and into the town, recalling when he’d been here last. The diner, the man who bought him dinner, the motel with no vacancy and the park bench-it was all coming back to him.

And then other things came back to him as well. His journey had been delayed, hadn’t it? He’d run away from the only home he ever knew, the only person he had ever loved, to come out here to this… He could have moved on after that night, three months ago, but he didn’t, did he? Did this make him a hypocrite?

“Hey you, what are ya doin’?!” the boy looked up, seeing Miri a few feet off getting ready to walk into a shop. She was waving after him, a disgruntled look on her face.

“I’m coming!” he called after her, realizing he’d fallen behind. When he reached her, she had her hands on her hips and was tapping her foot. “Oh, stop it.” Toboe groaned. There were times before that he’d let her get away with that attitude, but today was just too hot. He was anxious for the fall to be here already.

The girl didn’t respond to his remark, which made him curious. She just shrugged and entered the shop, which appeared to be the town’s market. The boy glanced around as he stepped after her, walking through each aisle as she filled the wagon with items from the list. This place wasn’t like what he was used to. It was smaller than the city’s street market and not as busy either.

“You’re going to love Kalev’s stories. I just know it,” Miri spoke as she gathered boxed and canned goods, throwing them into the wagon. “I always loved them when I was growing up. But you, you’re hearing them for the first time. I’m sure it will be just amazing.”

“Stories? About what?” Toboe asked, turning the corner into the next aisle after her.

“What do you think?” she stuck her tongue out at him, “Wolves, duh.”

The boy didn’t say anything, slightly irritated at her tone. He’d had so many people in his life treat him like he was stupid and he was getting tired of it. So instead of responding, he just continued to follow her. She did look back once at him, curiously, then angry before she shot her head back forward.

Toboe frowned. Why should she be upset?

It wasn’t long before they were done and through the checkout line, their wagon filled to the brim. He was having trouble pulling it with all the weight that it held, mostly canned goods and jars. And even still, she was giving him a hard time as they walked down the sidewalk. “C’mon, ya slow poke! Time’s a-wastin’!” she yelled back at him, about fifteen feet ahead.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” he growled, “Maybe a little help? It’s kind of heavy, ya know!”

“Nah, you don’t need me! You’re just weak!” she shot back. Then she stopped, smirking, “You’re not even a real wolf.”

That was it.

Toboe dropped the wagon’s arm, letting it fall to the ground in a thud. He then walked straight forward, not looking at her as he moved past her, a scowl on his face. He was fed up. He wasn’t going to take it anymore. He had begun to walk back in the direction they’d come, leaving the heavy work to her.

“What do you think you’re doin?!” she shouted after him.

“What does it look like?! I’m heading back!” he called back.

“What?! …Wait, I can’t get this by myself!” she yelled, a slight tone of pleading in her voice.

“Sure you can, you’re not weak like me!” he replied.

Miri stood there for a moment, thinking over the situation. She then clutched her fists, bending a knee forward as she glared at him, “Fine! Just go, you jerk!” The boy then glanced back, frowning as he watched her take the wagon’s arm and begin to pull it. I’m the jerk? He thought, Really?

Toboe moved on, listening to her struggle with the wagon a good twenty feet behind him as they walked along the town’s sidewalk. A few minutes passed before his conscience finally began to soak in. This wasn’t like him, was it? This wasn’t being strong or brave at all. He was the one being a jerk.

By now the sound of the wagon’s creaky wheels had stopped. She had given up, hadn’t she? He turned back around, deciding to help her with the heavy load. But all he saw was the wagon, still full of goods and sitting there alone on the sidewalk. What?

Where was she?

He frowned, quickly moving back to the wagon. But he stopped when he heard voices coming from an alleyway nearby. Something wasn’t right. His heart began to beat fast as he slowed his fast steps to a steady pace, slowly moving near the corner of the building from where the sounds had come.

Glancing around the corner, he noticed two men a ways down the alleyway. And there was Miri.

“Screw you, you creep!” she spat into one of the men’s faces. He wiped his face and became immediately angry, grabbing her arm. She winced, placing her hand over his. “Let go!”

“Listen, little girl,” the other one spoke, “You’re only making it harder on yourself,” He swung open a pocketknife, waving it in her face. She became frozen, her shaking body pressed against the concrete wall as her eyes widened. The first man smiled, still holding her before he felt eyes watching their scene. He glanced up, back to where the boy was hiding behind the corner. “What?”

Toboe gulped, pulling his head back, his heart was beating wildly as he bit his lip. Did they see him?!

The man smirked, most likely thinking that it was nothing and turning back to the girl. The threats continued as the boy stood there, unsure of what to do. What could he do? He looked around, noticing that it was getting later in the afternoon and there were barely any people out, if at all. And those who were, were a ways off. No police around either…nothing.

He noticed the wagon in front of him, thinking maybe he should grab the cans of fruit and throw it at them. But what good would that do?

Toboe closed his eyes, thinking that he might cry but then something else took over. He became angry, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. He was sick of people like this. He thought that maybe this town would be different from the city he’d lived in, but no. They were everywhere. And he couldn’t just stand here and let it continue any longer.

“No,” the girl gasped, tears in her eyes as she felt the man’s hand on her thigh, slowly making its way up her skirt.

“What’s that?” the man doing it sneered as the other one behind him laughed, still holding the knife to her face.

“I SAID NO!” she unexpectedly screamed, kneeing the man in the groin. She missed just barely, but it was still enough to cause him to back off. The man with the knife had also stepped back, allowing her the chance to break free. She took off down the alleyway, tears flailing from her eyes as she desperately tried to escape. The men chased after her, furious and fast on her heels.

And just as she was about to make it out of there, she felt a set of arms grab her, pulling her back. “NO!” she cried, hoping that someone might hear her. But it was no use.

She closed her eyes as one of the men pressed his face next to hers, “You’re gonna regret that,” he spoke menacingly as she still tried to get lose.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a low growl sounded through the alleyway, echoing off the walls. The struggle came to a halt and the three figures stood there, standing still with their eyes wide. Before them at the entrance of the alleyway stood an animal covered in red fur, its hackles raised as it snarled at the two men.

The girl smiled, her brows still furrowed.

“You didn’t say she had a dog…” the second man muttered to the other. And with that, the animal growled and lunged down the alleyway with full speed toward them. Both men yelped, not expecting the sudden attack. One of them stepped back quickly, taking off in the opposite way as the other one still held onto the girl. And that’s the man that the beast went for.

It lunged directly at his free arm, but the man swung around, still holding onto the girl. The animal just barely missed him. His free arm held the knife and he pointed it at the beast as he stood there shaking, holding onto the girl with the other arm. “Y-YOU FUCKIN’ COWARD!” he screamed down the alleyway at the man who was running away, almost gone from view now.

The animal prepared itself in an attack stance, its ears back and its teeth fully bared. It slowly stepped toward him, the man shaking in fear and whimpering. And then suddenly the animal leaped for his face, his jaws open. The man yelped, quickly throwing the girl right at the beast in his defense, turning to run at the same time. But instead of falling into the girl, the animal leapt right past her, managing to graze his teeth against the man’s arm, slashing into his skin and drawing blood.

He cried out in pain, stumbling into the wall as he clutched the fresh wound. He swung around, not allowing himself to fall but instead gathered himself and ran as fast as he could. The animal kept on him, biting at his heels as the man cried out with each sound of those sharp jaws snapping.

The beast stopped at the end of the alleyway, letting him get away. It stood there for a minute or two, making sure of the surroundings before its breathing began to slow once more, its blood pressure going back to normal. Slowly turning back around, the animal made its way back towards the other end of the alleyway where the girl sat on the ground, her clothing and hair disheveled, eyes tearing up.

The animal whined a little as it approached her side, its ears down once more with its tail slowly swishing back and forth.

“Oh, Toboe,” the girl cries, “It’s you, isn’t it?” She latched onto him, crying. He nuzzled his head against her, trying to comfort her as she hugged him, sobbing into his red fur.

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One last thought, I’m going to get some sketches up of the characters I’ve added as well. Looks like they’re becoming part of the story now.
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