AN: A quick preview of a fic I am working on. I was previously registered here under another name, but out of embarassment that info is to remain unknown to the general public. If you really wanna know, review this and e-mail me. I'll tell ya. Now, why is this here? 'Cause I'm stuck. I have no confidence in my writing style at the moment. All I'm looking for is a little constructive criticsm to get this going again. No set review amount for now. Umm...flames are welcome if you have something intelligent to say. And if you expect me to take you seriously, don't give me a flame I can't read through the typos. Ummm...that's it! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own only Ketsueki and certain plot elements. Please don't sue me.

The leaves rustled as the girl swiftly shimmied down the tree. The wind was warm, and it rustled her long hair. It tugged playfully at her clothes, and its whispered long forgotten secrets to her. And Ketsueki Ookami listened. Always she listened. To the wind, on the hill, in the trees, in the forest, around the pond, in this place she had fought so hard to protect. Yes, Ketsueki Ookami always listened to the tale of the wind. She was its guardian. Or was it hers?

Quickly she ran, just for the feel of it. The grassy ground of the glade was wet under her feet, and the young morning sun warmed her back. Ketsueki Ookami ran, and became one with the wind. She was all alone, and she liked it that way. No disturbances, no conflicts, no one to leave her when she needed them most. No one to break her heart... She did not like disturbances, and most of all, she did not like those like her.

The little party walked briskly, refreshed from a full night's sleep. There was a peaceful looking forest ahead, and it was decided that they need not go farther than neccesary when facing such a night. The night of the new moon was upon them.

A fellow traveller came their way on the path, a handsome young man, with a cart full of goods. He was obviously returning from trading with a neighbouring town. He lowered his head to the two young ladies and the smiling monk, but raised abruptlywhen he caught sight of the demons. Because of his town's guardian, he was fairly used to demon presences. However, demons are never nice things to run into. One was small and had hair like fire, with a bushy tail to match. It was smiling in a friendly sort of way, and it beame obvious that it was just a kitsune kit. Nothing too dangerous. The other, however, was tall and lean. He wore a scowl on his face, and his hair cascaded past his shoulders like a mountain avalanche, thick and white. Ears like a dog's peaked out from the thick blanket of white, and aside form the scowl he seemed rather dim. Not acknowledging the hostile demon, he turned his head slightly and spoke to the monk.

"Where are you five headed to, this fine morning?"

One of the girls, dressed in the strangest of clothes, smiled and opened her mouth to reply. "Well, we're-"

"-Don't tell him anything!"

All of the travellers turned and glared at the snow haired demon, his companions doing so witheringly. The monk tapped him hard on the head with his staff.

"And you, Inu-Yasha, don't need to open your mouth and accentuate the fact that you are amzingly dense, but you seem to insist on doing it anyway. We are headed for the forest in the distance. It appears to be a pleasant place to rest."

"True, it is, but this whole area is guarded by a demon girl. If you give the fox-wolf some pretty trinkets from your packs as an offering, she should let you say in peace. But be careful, she doesn't like other demons."