Okami gazed up at the sky, wondering what was going on around. Everything was bland, a mix of hate. She swirled the sake cup she hold, sighing softly. Somewhere off, a deer cried out as pack of wolves hunted it down. "Poor Unfortunate Soul." She sighed, smirking, and leaning back. Birds flew away in a quick pace, fearful of the wolf below them. She looked up, watching the crows and nightningales fly away. Her teeth glimmered as she grinned.