Okay, I've decided to try to make my chapters a bit longer. They usually come up short because, frankly, I have a short attention span…sweatdrop But I'll try. And, yes, you can look forward to seeing Tsume and Hige come in soon enough! Just so you know, I appreciate all of your helpful criticism guys; I think its really helping! Oh, and just as a preview, it always bugged me that we never saw Cheza's angry side, so you can expect to see that somewhere along the line. Not sure when though…Okay, enough of my rambling.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain, or anything related to it. I forget who does. But it's not me.

Mizuiro sat on her porch. She was thinking about a dream she had had the previous night. It was more detailed and bright than any she had ever had before. Well, at least she thought it was. She usually never remembered her dreams. She stared up to the clouds through her stunning blue eyes. They stood out against her short black hair and her tanned skin. She wondered if she should ask her adopted father about it. He had always answered her questions before. He may have a short temper at times, and perhaps he was a bit of a drinker, but he was a good man, and had taken care of her sense his late wife had adopted her.

She went back inside to her house. "Pops? Where are you? I want to talk to you."

"In here, Mizuiro." The old man said. He was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to ask you something."

He took a sip. "What kind of something?"

Mizuiro took the seat across from him. "Have you ever had a really vivid dream?"

He looked at her curiously. "I probably have."

"If you had a dream that was too real to be imaginary, does that make it true?"

He sat his cup down. "Dammed if I know. What's this got to do with anything?"

Mizuiro shrugged. "I just was wondering. Is it possible to dream reality?"

He was silent. "You aren't acting like yourself, Mizuiro. What's gotten into you?"

"I had a strange dream last night. It was so real…I was wondering if it was possible that, well, it was real."

"Don't be stupid. A dream is something you just make up. None of it's real."

"But you-" She stopped herself. She looked down at the table.

"But I what?" He looked at her with his beady eyes.

"But I've heard you at night. I've heard you talking in your sleep. You were dreaming about them. Does that mean they weren't real?"

He knew whom she was talking about. "Of course they were. Ruus and your mother were as real as the scar on my wrist." He shoved back his sleeve to reveal a deep-rooted scar. "The blood is gone now, but I'll always know it was there."

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have said it."

"No, you shouldn't have. If you really think this dream of your was real, then go. Go after it. I don't care." He turned to the window.

Mizuiro got up. He knew that he was angry with her. She felt guilty for bringing back such memories. She left the kitchen and walked out the front door. "I'll be back." She said, before leaving, not knowing when she would return.

A red-haired boy sat happily in his room. His new kitten sat curled up on his lap, being petted. "Now, what should I name you?" The boy pondered a clever name for the small white cat. "You know, you look like an onigiri when you're all curled up like that. Is that what you would like your name to be? Onigiri?"

Onigiri mewed happily.

The boy laughed. "Onigiri it is then!" He stroked the kitten behind its ear. "You know onigiri, I think I'll take a walk. Do you want to see the city?" The cat stared at him. "Well, I do. Come on, a little fresh air won't kill you, will it?" He slipped on a jacket, scarf and some gloves. He picked the animal up. "Onigiri and I are going for a walk, Okay, Grandma?"

"Be careful." The old woman called. "And come back in an hour, alright?"

"Okay!" He went outside. It was a cool, but nice day. He usually went left when he took walks, but today, something told him to go right. He walked along and talked to the kitten for almost an hour before realizing where he was. Actually, he realized that he didn't know where he was.

He stood in front of a tall building in the middle of the city. "Uh oh, Onigiri. I'm all the way downtown." He knew that he should be going to find a bus, but instead he went inside.

"I need to get home." He thought to himself. "Why am I here? It feels like…something's pulling me…"

Toboe. Can you hear this one?

Across the city, a boy with unruly tan hair was walking down the street. He shoved another bite of his sandwich into his mouth. His mind was lost, thinking of many unimportant things.

Hige.

He looked up. "What?" He said. He looked around, but saw no one looking in his direction. Shrugging, he went on his way. A few moments later, it came again.

Hige.

His eyes darted from side to side, but he saw no one. "I'm just imagining things. That's all." He told himself. "Stressed out. Got to be it. Been working myself too hard. No good boss won't let me take off weekends. Why, if I ran the business, there wouldn't be any-

Hige!

He spun around. He began to get frightened. "Who's there?" He called out. A few passerbies looked in his direction, and then continued on.

Hige, I know that you can hear this one. Come. Follow my scent.

"What the-" He said. He didn't know how to react. Was he imagining things? No, he was sure that he had heard someone's voice. Out of curiosity, he smelled the air. He smelled a mix of his sandwich, smog, and…flowers? It was vague, but defiantly there. He took another whiff. He had always had a strong nose, and was known for having a "Dog's nose". There were no flowers of any sort on the street he was on. He smelled in one direction, then the other. This way.

Mizuiro means "Light Blue" or "Water Color"

Onigiri means, "Rice ball"

Author notes: You're probably wondering why Blue has a human name and the rest don't. There's a reason for that. Okay, I'll be honest, I don't know what it is yet, but there will be a reason. ; I guess I just liked the sound of Mizuiro. Plus I couldn't very well find other things that meant "Fang", "Claw", "Howl", or "Whisker" in Japanese…

Oh, and as to why Tsume, Toboe, and Hige all happened to be in the same city…coincidence. (That, and I'm too lazy).

Another thing you're probably wondering is why Cheza spoke to Kiba and Blue in their dreams, but told the others in person. Well, Kiba and Blue are more the type to trust their gut and go with it. Hige and Tsume, however, need a bit more substantial evidence. Toboe, she just kind of mentally dragged there. (Hope that makes sense)

One last thing: If you think too much, you'll probably find a bunch of little flaws…so please, don't think too much! I know, this chapter wasn't much longer than the last, but I'm working on it!