#effulgentenvoy

     Word had not reached the goddess of the 'love' parasites that had been bestowed untimely and generously upon the city in celebration for the human's gushing holiday, their so called ''gods'' responsible for feuling the feud. On one of her many treks about the city, Amaterasu found herself ambling down one of oo5's many streets, ignorant to the danger that fluttered about. Buildings and posts were fittingly adorned with arts and crafts in honor of the holiday afoot, and Amaterasu could not help but pause to intake it all. 

     She wondered how her companion felt about it all -- he usually had a comment or two (or three) to spare on each situation they encountered, alas, he was not at her side tonight as he typically was. The absence of warmth that was typically nestled soundly between her ears had elicit some loneliness in the goddess, but nothing severe. Not until now.

     A sudden sting upon the bottom of her maw had torn the lupine from the serenity of the setting. Whimpers were produced as the wolf gave a futile shake of her head. Giving in, her tread would come to an abrupt halt, the wolf's rump meeting earth as she became hasty to relieve herself of the itch. Lifting up a hind appendage, she'd begin to helplessly scratch, and scratch, and scratch--

     only coming to a dead stop when a familiar glimmer of emerald appeared before her eyes.