Divine Wind
"Stop that, Ammy! Lemme try once more!"
The tiny blow of air hit Amaterasu's nose, making her sneeze. Before he knew, Issun had tumbled down on the grass.
She barked gleefully. It was a nice chance to teach the little punk a lesson.
"Whaddya doing? Are ya trying to mess around with me?"
As hard as he tried, he could not bounce away; her paw was firm on his cloak. Amaterasu giggled — she could picture his small face, all red with anger.
"You dumb wolf! I am supposed to practice if I want to impro-"
She lowered her head to smell him, teasingly. He had a curious smell — of leaves, maybe, and fresh ink. She poked him lightly with her muzzle.
Is that divine wind to you? Try this.
Next thing Issun knew was that he was flying really high. It was no more than a few inches, actually, but enough to make his head spin.
Much to his relief, he landed between Amaterasu's ears, on his usual spot.
He had no time to sigh. She was already running.
You really need to be a god to run like that, he guessed. She was literally racing with the wind, and had already won. She always won.
He held tight to her fur, and watched Taka Pass become a blur of green and brown. The petals and the leaves fell to the ground, shaken by her speed; the grass was one with the sky.
She barked, jumped and barked. He took in a deep breath.
Try again now, great wandering artist.
He found himself on the grass, with Amaterasu staring at him. Her wolf smile was truly unique when she had fun.
Stubbornly, he frowned at her and unsheathed Denkomaru. Kazegami just had to be by his side this time.
A powerful gust made the forest bend. The branches whistled as fresh petals covered the path to Kusa Village.
He jumped back on Amaterasu's head, smirking.
"Well, Ammy? You really thought I'd give up so soon?"
In silence, in secret, Amaterasu lay down her Celestial Brush. On his plain, she raised her head and arranged a small jump.
Good job, little bug.
Random cuteness is what you asked for, and random cuteness you had. Happy birthday, dearie 3