Disclaimer: I certainly don't own Inuyasha.
Savoir-faire
Ayame yipped impatiently, bounding ahead of Ginta and Hakkaku as they ran under the full moon.
The wolves sped through the forest, fur flattening with speed as they burned off their pent-up energy.
Naraku had been far too quiet recently; they could all feel that it was almost time to fight, ostensibly for the last time.
Ayame tumbled to a stop, staring uneasily at the sky as Ginta lifted his face, scenting the air.
"What is this?" Hakkaku murmured, hackles raising.
His packmate dragged in another shuddering breath before letting it out with a low growl.
"There's a storm coming."
Posted: July 17, 2014
Word Count: 100
