Today is another day. Okami has caught some unlucky animal. We eat. Blood drips in large mouthfuls with every bite.
Uncooked meat.
Their meat.
Four more suns and they will not come until the next time. And the cycle will continue. The clothes I wear is the fur from the Okami's mate, once white now stained with dirt, wood chips and dried blood. Have to wash it later. But I know that later might never come.
Here, you survive.
No matter what.
Survive.
Tonight, we make our way to the Red Tree, we kill more of them there. We race. But that doesn't last, we both halt as an enormous pressure suffocates us.
"Sakura... Who did this to you." Okami growled towards the ink-haired offender, three of them opposite him glanced between Okami and him. Okami bared his teeth in return, the female of their pack inched away.
"I'll be the one to take credit for that." Another ink-haired male stepped up, teeth glinting in the almost non-existent sunlight. The pressure seemed to double, Okami unknowingly flinched, animal instincts kicking in full throttle. I stayed him with my fur-less paws, I had to keep him from attacking. My instincts told me that if we attacked now, it was very likely that we wouldn't be getting off with a few play bites.
