Note: Kiba drabble. Took all of 15 minutes to write. Mainly created for use as tool to beg for reviews, 'cause WolfBane2 is shameless like that.
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Ordinary people had no hope of catching the faintest glimpse of the sound. Even full-fledged ninjas were deaf to its meaning, and if you knew nothing of what a noise could hold, then you did not truly hear it. But he was not ordinary. He understood too much.
A reply shrilled from beside him, a trilling whistle that escalated to the heavens, as clear as any burst of flare, if only you knew how to see it. At the sounding of his companion's bay, his ragged fingernails bit into the branch he balanced upon. His skin was wracked with eager tremors, and his sharpened teeth clashed against one another in longing for all that he had known. His own howl vibrated within his throat, whining its eagerness in a way that jolted his brain with something forgotten. For a moment, the air was strangely empty, awaiting his decision. Lips parted to howl the answering cry…
And closed. Yellowed teeth clamped reluctantly upon the belling harmony, and herded it back down his throat. Beside him, his companion's tail thumped in readiness, but he steadied it with a curiously furless hand. He had hands. That was sometimes difficult to remember. And all that remained of his tail was a piteous stub of bone. He was not one of them. Not anymore. In technical senses, he never truly had been. But he had thought he was, and that grievance made all the difference.
"I know, Akamaru, I know," His voice was cracked from remembrance of disuse, but he reassured the dog that gazed up at its packmate with incredulous, hurt eyes. "I hear them too."
Bloodthirsty though they might have been, they never tormented one another and called it justice…