Chapter 1 — The boundary line, the marriage between a girl and a wolf. Part 3
“Moon Eater,” I murmured as I looked up to the sky.
The wind had ceased, there were no clouds, and the sky was just pitch black. A silent night, of coldness mixed with calmness.
Moon Eater along with the new moon, that name really suited him.
“That’s quite the peculiar name.”
“If it bothers you, you can call me with a different name.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. You don’t need to hold back, you are my wife after all.”
Suddenly, the mischievous side of me woke up, and while squinting my eyes, I teasingly said:
“Shiro1 it is.”
Silence followed, just like when I had been proposed to.
He then answered while skillfully scratching the back of his ear with his hind leg.
“…Just in case you were unaware, I’m a wolf.”
“Please don’t state the obvious like that. I knew that from the very moment I first saw you. You are way too good to be a dog. In fact, you are too lovely.”
“Thanks for that, but if possible, could you call me by a different name?”
I flicked my hair away as I looked the other way.
Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I could see him getting flustered, the shine of his silver fur turning shallow and his tail drooping lifelessly. I laughed happily in my mind but didn’t let it show outwardly.
“Shiro is a cute name so it’s finee~”
“Still…” He still seemed hesitant. I held my hair back and continued pressuring him.
“Consider it just a small whim of your new wife.”
A teasing, loving, sweet and valuable –––so valuable that I never showed it to anyone before––– smile.
He stared at me for a while, dumbfounded, then spoke with a hint of resignation.
“I wonder why I’m feeling so defeated even though you are my wife.”
I bent my knees so my face was at the same level as his’, then gazed into his pitch black eyes. There I saw myself reflected as a regular, calm and cheerful girl.
“But I still think it’s a good name, honestly. White is also my favorite color.”
He grumbled a bit, clearly lost beyond words as to what to do.
I gently caressed his cheek.
My fingers were buried inside his fur and I felt a strange sensation, neither soft nor stiff. At the deepest part I felt firm skin and the sensation of sharp fangs under it.
It was the toughness of a beast, the feeling of life and a resolute warmth.
“If that’s your reasoning behind the name, I don’t mind it.”
“Eheheh, you are so easy to deal with.”
Still slightly displeased, he let a loud sigh.
Then he twisted his body as if something was tickling him, then turned back.
“Now I get what you said, you really are a cruel one.”
He murmured with something between a regular and a forced smile. After turning his body around he continued:
“Now then, Saki, ride on my back.”
I mounted his back just as he had ordered me to and hugged his neck with both my arms.
Soon, our bodies were glued together, and I could faintly hear both of our heartbeats overlapping.
Beats that seemed to build a single rhythm.
“Where are we going?”
“To my home, deep inside the forest shrouded in the darkness of the night.”
Like an arrow let loose from a bow, he broke into a fierce dash.
As my hair fluttered behind me, his silver fur ruffled against the wind and the hem of my sailor uniform opened up like flowers in the instant before they die.
There were no audible footsteps, only the sound of us cutting through the wind was left behind.
1. Shiro is a common name for dogs, meaning ‘white’.