Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs/@comment-27079171-20161025224737/@comment-30269418-20161026205422

Rena still could not find Okami.

it seemed that even though they had sparred that day, it was difficult to track the man down. All she could think of was killing him, crushing all of his organs to paste. She was most certainly obsessed. There weren't any distractions, not that she'd care enough to pursue one anyways. She wasn't strong enough, and on top of that, she had no sparring partner. Zwolf knew where she lived, but she didn't know where he lived.

She walked downstairs, staring at dog. Since she refused to name him, all that she really could call him was dog. She whistled a low tune, and walked out the door; the dog came after her. They walked side by side out into the street; since her house was middle-class, it was located on a back street in Konoha with a small yard and its own gate. Down the hill, there was a convinence store from which she purchased her food and dog's food.

Walking down the street, she knew she didn't want to come across anyone she may recognize, so she took an alley rather than the main street. Besides, unless dog was a ninja hound, people wouldn't take kindly to him being off his leash. Better to be hidden than to be seen by judging eyes.

They winded through the back streets of Konoha, heading on their normal morning walk. Her hand brushed against dog's fur; he trotted ahead, sniffing at different things. Rena's emotionlessness was unsettling to anyone who saw her face. There was nothing but emptiness, with the occasional burst of rage. She continued through the alley, unfeeling, thinking about one thing and one thing alone; Okami's death at her hands.