Chapter 13
Spring melted into summer, and summer into the beginning of fall.
The gifts stopped appearing in front of Kakashi's door, making Kakashi worry. At least she wasn't dead. He hadn't heard the wolves howling the death song. She couldn't be dead. But still, for her to break a promise, that meant she was doing something important.
She was searching. Searching with an unsmiling mouth. Searching with pitch-black, dead eyes. Searching without having eaten in days. Still searching.