Wind Chimes
The air was heavy, hot and still.
He missed her.
He picked up the scent of jasmine, dust, ginger and sun-cured grasses but not Hinata.
How he missed her.
She was on a mission, away several more days.
He paced restlessly, uneasy in his own skin without her, ran his hand through sweat soaked hair.
A weak breeze picked up, carrying the scent of the forest then moved on.
In the distance he heard the faint tinkling of wind chimes.
It reminded him of her laugh, soft and gentle, icy and clear.
Kiba smiled and thought to himself…she'd be home… soon.