Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
With a whimper, the wolf desperately scrambled through the cold snow, trying to get up. The pain of the wounds proved to great, and the poor animal collapsed. Eyes clouded with grief, it settled down sadly, and prepared to die…
If it hadn't been that he had sharp eyesight, Kakashi might have overlooked the unusual snow drift. Wasn't snow basically white?
Leaping down from the trees, and lighted down next to the lump, and his eye widened when he saw the deep, red blood stain the snow.
Upon further inspection, he saw the creature bleeding was a small wolf. Rather pretty, with jet black fur.
Kakashi gently moved the paw. With a hoarse, weak yelp, the wolf protested, but couldn't do much more.
Kakashi settled back on his heels. "Well,"
He pulled out a kunai and studied it. Then the wolf.
It would be cruel to leave the poor animal alone, slowly dying. The pain would be over quickly if he…
Kakashi shook his head. No, he didn't want to. But, he'd have to.
"Hey, hey, Kakashi-teme, wanna fight me?"
"Um, no."
"Hah! You're scared!"
"I'm not!"
"Aw, wittle teme's afwaid!"
The memory surged for an unexplained reason in Kakashi's mind as he reluctantly raised the kunai.
He might have struck, if the wolf hadn't opened its eyes. Pools of sun. Orbs of flame.
Hey teme, wanna fight?
Kakashi's body froze. The wolf hadn't moved. Its liquid amber eyes glowed like a soft fire.
Are you scared?
"Obito?" He whispered.
The wolf's tail wagged slightly, and he licked the side of Kakashi's face.
You always were a chicken, weren't cha?
The raven wolf, despite its weak state, flipped a bit of snow onto Kakashi.
"You little…"
He hugged the wolf lightly.
Aw great, you're making me blush!