Hey everyone! I really hope you like this chapter, coz I enjoyed writing it! There's a little surprise I was nice enough to add into this chapter too ;P
So anyway, you'll know who this Wolf is once you've read the chapter! --->
I take my time heading to my team's meeting point, rather enjoying the early morning sunshine on my face. We were all told to meet at some bridge about an hour ago, but to be honest, I’m not too worried about getting there on time. I mean, it’s not like Kakashi ever is. He’s always two or three hours late.
I stifle a yawn while I casually stroll through the Village, watching some of the early rising civilians as they begin setting up their street stalls and opening their shops. Tilting my head back to look up at the sky, I can tell that it’s going to be a beautiful day, if the clear sky is anything to go by. One or two clouds float lazily by, a cool morning breeze blowing through my hair.
As I look up at the sky, three shadows leap over me, causing me to raise an eyebrow. I didn’t have a chance to see who they were, but they seem to be in a bit of a hurry. I suppose bounding over roof tops is a lot quicker than navigating your way through the streets.
As I look back down to the street, a small yelp catches my attention, before something furry crashes right into my face and almost knocks me backwards.
"What the hell?!" I exclaim, not having expecting the impact. I feel little feet scrabbling at the sides of my head, before I reach up and manage to pull the furry thing from my face.
Trying my best not to deadpan at the small creature in my hands, I find myself staring into an adorable white face.
"Grrrrrrr...." the little Dog begins growling at me, apparently uncomfortable with me holding him. Well, that’s too bad really. He crashed into me after all.
Furrowing my brows a little, I tilt my head. This Dog looks very familiar to me, but I can’t remember what his name is…
"Sorry pup” I apologise, trying not to sound too harsh, “But I can't remember your name."
Realising that I’m actually not going to hurt him, the white puppy tilts his head the opposite way to me and stares at me for a moment. Before long, the young Canine’s brown tail begins to wag, moving faster as I gently scratch behind one of his soft ears.
"Arf!" he barks happily, to which I pull him closer to me and allow him to nestle comfortably into my arms. I’m not really a Dog person myself, but this little guy is kind of…..cute.