PART I
The White Wolf
At the entrance of the Kyura compound, there was the head of a white wolf engraved into the stone. Gohama pointed her chubby little finger towards it and yelled "Yuwine!"
The chuckles of the wolf that was carrying her vibrated through his ribs and the sides of her legs.
"It's not only me, Gohama-chan" Yukine explained gently, with his deep and wise tone that had always fascinated her "It represents the Kyura, your clan. I'm sure your father will explain that better someday."
"It's a white wolf. You're a white wolf, Yuwine."
"I am and every one in your clan is too."
"No, I'm a girl!" she giggled.
"And a wolf too. The wolf of the Land of Snow. Every Kyura is a white wolf, fierce and loyal, powerful and sacrificing. But you're maybe too young to realise that"
Gohama continued to stare at the crest carved into the stone. It was familiar, her clothes had the drawing, her house, her shrine, her father had his own real wolf, Yukine. Yet, the drawing brought with it something she couldn't understand, she knew it was great and she knew it was important, and she wanted to learn its meaning.
"I'm a white wolf." she whispered softly to herself. It felt right and she loved being one.
"Your father and mother are waiting, Hama-chan. Aren't you hungry?"
"Yea!" she shouted and gripped the white fur of Father's summon "Run!"
And he ran through the carefully paved streets of the Kyura compound, while Gohama bounced on his back and greeted the flashes of people and wolves that would shout out for her.