DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Wolf Children. I only own my characters and ideas.
Prologue
Ame watched her, silently. Noticing the way her pencil glided sharply, yet gracefully across the contours of her canvas paper with just the flick of her wrist, and how every so often she would look up; surveying the greenery surrounding her.
He wondered what she was doing here, alone in the middle of the forest. But the girl looked so relaxed, so comfortable, as if she were familiar with the place. But this is the first I've seen of her, he thought knowingly.
Ame continued to watch her, taking note of her small, slender frame, her pale blue eyes and her auburn hair. She hummed a simple tune, the sound echoing soothingly in his pointed ears.
Hmm, hmm, hm—Huh?
Then, suddenly, he watched as the girl sat up, her head tilted towards the sky with a look of confusion. After moments of wondering, he'd finally realized—he felt it too. Rain, it was slightly beginning to pelt his fur.
The girl shot up from her seat on the forest floor, quickly shoving her notebook back into her pack as the rain began to fall harder. But just as she turned to leave, her pack got snagged on one of the nearby shrubs; the contents of the bag spilling out and scattering. The girl gasped as she hurriedly fell to her knees, her hands quickly grasping at the rolling pencils and outstretched folders.
By this time, the rain had totally drenched the girl. Her hair was dark and damp, and her clothes were soaked. Finally, she ran off, her pack tightly pressed against her chest as she did so. However, she didn't seem to realize that she'd left a notebook behind, the rain pounding at its open pages.
Ame walked up to it cautiously, his eyes scanning the open pages. Kojima Miya was written at the top of them. Using his teeth, Ame picked up the book by the rim. Does she know? He wondered, abruptly spotting the girl again, at the bottom of the mountain; racing past the bus stop and further down the road.
Ame huffed before turning, sitting down under a large tree which held good shelter from the rain. He placed the book down before lying upon it; hoping the fur on his stomach could shield the pages somewhat.
Then, Ame began to wonder whether the girl would return; her hummed tune from earlier lingering inside his head. Surely when she realizes that something of hers is missing, she would come back for it, right?
He'd just have to keep it safe until then.
