Okami coughed, the scars on his face stretching as his black hair swooshed in a ponytail halfway down his back. He was travelling from Morigakure, with it's pure and refreshing air, to Kurayamigakure, with it's cloud-covered and blackened breeze. It was a rough transition for his eyes, which were fairly sensitive. Okami wondered privately if that was a good sign, since he hadn't managed to unlock his Sharingan yet. Despite this, however, he managed to get his eyes adjusted enough to see. He was around halfway there, and liked his prospects. He was looking forward to meeting the rest of his clan, and to meeting their new allies. It was only a matter of time.
