Chapter 1

(A/N: Hey! I know, I should be working on a story that you all voted for, but I got distracted. No worries though, I do have an idea in mind to satisfy the top pairing. It's actually a tie, so I'm gonna make it a SasoHinaGaa love triangle. I'm still working out the plot [in other words, I haven't started writing it yet] and trying to get it to fit into a oneshot, but I don't think that's gonna happen. Maybe I can make it a short story instead of 19 chapters this time.

Anyway, um… I have a new anime obsession. It just so happens to be Wolf's Rain. The best anime ever [though I must say, Naruto still tops my manga category] the Wolf's Rain anime tops my anime category. SO! I decided to do a cross over. This is [hopefully] gonna be just a three first two chapters are [unfortunately] going to be really short. Because of this, I'll post them back to back. The last chapter is gonna be a bit longer than normal because I wanna keep it three chapters [and you're gonna have to wait for it cause it's not done yet]. I hope no one minds.

What a long authors note… Wow. I bet very few people are even gonna read this cause it's so long. Either way, though. I'm excited about this one. I [personally] think it's some of my best writing. There are others who may disagree though. Anyway, on with the story.

EDIT 9-20-14: Hi, y'all! I'm going through and revamping this story to bring it up to par and get rid of spelling/ grammar mistakes! (: I hope this makes things flow more smoothly and make more sense!)

A petite girl, long hair a soft fluttering raven's wing, flew through the forest, kicking up dirt and dust, wincing every time she was thrashed by small tree limbs, not bothering to hide her trail. She was trying her utmost to escape her pursuer, but it was slowly gaining ground, reaching closer to the terrified fifteen year old.

She could hear the sharp puffs of air leaving the animal behind her in thunderous growls of anger. She could hear the vicious teeth snapping each time it got near. She could feel its nose brush through her hair as its fearsome fangs snapped at her. Even though she was facing away from it and running for her life, she could still vividly see the horrifyingly sharp, hooked claws and the furious slits of its yellow eyes, so different from her own opalesque ones.

If only I had minded my own business instead of messing with this thing, I wouldn't be in this mess. She thought, silently cursing herself and her kindly nature.

The white of its coat had stood out in the lush green and brown of the woodland trees. She'd immediately approached with caution to find a large dog curled under the tangle of outreaching roots of a particularly old tree. It was injured and seemed to be unconscious and close to death, so she edged closer, reaching out to see if it had a pulse.

It had jumped away from her hand, fur standing on end with anger, so quickly that her eyes barely registered the movement. Shrieking and jumping away quickly, she noticed that the white ball of fur had one leg only lightly pressing into the dust, scarlet pooling around that paw.

"You're hurt." She had whispered. It simply growled and crouched to leap at her, claws outstretched, when she took a step toward it. Had she been a normal person, it would have killed her. However, instead of meeting its mark, the large dog landed on an empty path.

It glanced around, nose crinkling in concentration. Hoping to find her scent, she guessed.

It turned to look straight at her, eyes narrowing. It had located her, and she could see the bloodlust in its eyes. She took off running, and it gave chase.

This led her to her current predicament. The beast was almost upon her, and her running led her to a large clearing. She could easily be ambushed - whether by others of the dog's kind or by enemies of her village - while she was preoccupied with the beast before her.

This single moment of distraction, hesitation at leaving herself open to that fate, led to her undoing. The creature leaped into the air, pushing her to the ground and making both of them skid painfully across the clearing in a thick cloud of dirt.

She could barely breathe for all the dust in the air. Starting to panic, gasping for air, she looked up at the animal; it almost seemed to sneer at her, taunting her weakness, her hesitation, her entire being. It opened its mouth, revealing to her a jaw of teeth that were sharp as kunai, and she flinched backward into the sandy ground.

She felt warm liquid dripping onto her pants leg, noting that it was blood: the beast's blood. Even in her current situation, she still felt sorry for it. Had it not attacked her, she would have healed it.

She wondered at the creature's power and running capabilities had it not been injured.

She cried out the name of her most trusted person, who had been outside the gates with her a short while ago, in hopes of him being close enough to rescue her. "Kiba!" She shouted, a hoarse sound because the canine now had a paw resting on her throat, claws drawing thin rivulets of blood from tiny puncture wounds, as it readied itself to bite into her neck.

As soon as her shout was heard by the creature, its paw left her throat and the pressing weight keeping her to the ground was lifted away. Again, the girl shouted for her friend with panic.

Then, she became aware of the beast's position, still near, but charily observing her instead of attacking. It seemed to be staring at her, confusion in its eyes, with its head tilted to the side in a human-like gesture.

Before her eyes, it changed. As the dog disappeared, a boy was left in its place. His chocolate brown hair was wild and unkempt, falling into his oceanic blue-green eyes. His olive colored jacket covered a white shirt that was only half buttoned at his collar bone. The light blue jeans he wore were tight, the bottom of the legs baggy against his black and white tennis shoes. He was pale, despite his look that he had spent many days in the sun. His face wore a look of stubbornness, mouth curved down in a frown.

The jacket was unzipped and pushed up to his elbows, leaving his forearms bare. The light color of his jeans contrasted with the dark colors of his jacket. On his right thigh, there was a deep gash in his leg, still bleeding, pouring his crimson life's blood in a thick stripe down his jeans, as he stood to full height while favoring his injured leg.

"Who are you?" She was dimly aware that he questioned her.