For winter winds and Thyme Spirit!
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xxii — indulgence
"Whozzagoodboy, whozzagoodboy?" chirruped Kagome as she rubbed the canine's sensitive belly.
"Me, me!" the creature verbalized shamelessly, lying supine on the grassy terrain with its tongue lolling out in unadulterated joy.
Kakashi held his head in a hopeless manner. "Kagome, please… Pakkun is not—"
"Oh, loosen up, Kakashi!" the woman admonished, turning her head slightly so as to see the shinobi from the corner of her eye. "Even nin-dog's appreciate a good scratch on their stomach now and then."
"I concur," seconded Pakkun, much too enthusiastically.
Kagome spun back to the pudgy dog, grinning. "You're a good boy, yes you are!"
Kakashi sighed a long-suffering sigh.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
—Samuel Butler
Author's Note: Onwards!