This prologue takes place in the last part of the last book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain. I only own the names of the characters in this story, seeing as the creators didn't give them names… as far as I know.
This whole chapter is an excerpt from the second volume of the manga. Please don't hate me for using this. Truly, it is needed to explain the story. I've simply 'wordified' it, a word I created when you describe a manga in words and description. But truly, other than this prologue, and a few parts in the next chapter, all the rest will be all of my original work
Wolf's Rain :00: An Other Story
Prologue
The winter breeze blows small flakes of snow across the wide, open fields. In the distance, one can see a town built into the rock, people milling about.
One small girl can be seen tending a small field of flowers, their senseless green stalks waving about. Her hair is a deep black, and is pulled into a braided ponytail down her back.
"TIAAA!" A boy runs up to her, his breath clouding out in front of him, "Tia – huh? What? Are you sure it's okay… to take the flowers outside like that?" He asks as he runs up to her. He puts his hands on his knees, doubled over from the effort.
The girl, called Tia, smiles. "Yeah. They've spent their whole lives in the greenhouse." She looked back down to the plants, "But the flowers spoke to me… They said… that the ice age is finally over." She smiles distantly, as a memory of another small boy crossed her mind.
"…That reminds me." The boy piques up again.
"Hmmm?" Tia is inspecting a small plant in the field.
"There's a rumor around town… that somewhere, far, far away… Paradise was found."
Tia freezes, and silently gets up again.
The adolescent smiles. "How cool. I wonder what's it's like. I wanna go there." He grins, putting his arms behind his head.
"…What're you talking about?" Tia's gaze falls on the stretch of field before her, then turns away, "This place is going to become Paradise too." She smiles again, and before walking away looks to the sky.
'…Toboe.' She thinks, 'I… finally found my own Paradise. You… probably found yours after a long struggle. Did you find the flower… you were looking for?'
-Not Far Off...-
Two pairs of feet stepped onto a plateau not far from where Tia and her friend had begun to walk off.
Two boys, brothers most likely, stand silently staring over the field of flowers Tia had been tending to.
One of them, shorter than the other, with white-blond hair, cut short that it waved wispily in the cool breeze. A dark, almost shiny black jacket that reached his wrists was zipped around his lightly built torso. White cargo pants that almost overlapped his black sneakers stood stiffly in the breeze. His eyes were a soft blue, sympathetic and kind.
The other, slightly taller than the other boy, stood next to him, one foot in front of him as though he was going to take a step. A reflective black shirt covered his chest, and underneath that were tight blue jeans, which clung to his body. Scuffed black sneakers was what he wore as well, dusty from the twos' travel. His hair was like that of a raven, longer and more lithe-like than the other's. His deep brown eyes surveyed the two children leaving the farm, both were silent.
Each wore a long tattered cape, the black-haired one's with two latches across the chest; clearly in better condition than the other's. His was simply a long robe, a mix of browns slung across his body.
The wind took these capes and flung them backward, each brother unfazed.
Black-hair held out a hand, and unfurled in his palm lay a petal. A light purple petal, slightly crumpled from its cramped space.
"Well… I guess this isn't it either. But… One thing's for sure. The flower petal that came fluttering this way… That day…" Black-hair paused, before curling his hand up again and pulling back towards him, "Has the scent of the flower that Dad and Mom lost. …And…"
The wind faltered for a moment, and in the two boys' place were two large dogs.
No, not dogs. The magnificent grey-white animals that stood before the settlement were not of this tamed breed. Their pelts were both that of the same colour, a light grey, so lightly coloured, it was almost white. Both could be mistaken for the same animal, if not the colour of their eyes.
Blue-Eyes spoke, "…I can hear them… my brother."
"Yes."
Each was a man again, shielded from curious human eyes. They spoke, in tune, their voices almost alike.
"Let's go."
Blue-eyes spoke, almost a whisper amidst the sweet howl of the wind, "I can hear… the call of the wolves."