Okami ran through the streets as fast as his legs would carry him, clutching at his shoulder bag to keep it from jerking around annoyingly. A stitch was forming but he ignored it. There wasn't enough time to worry about that.

He rounded a corner and spotted them, momentary relief washing over him. This place had witnessed enough death, it didn't need more tainting it. He took a deep breath, raising his voice, "Uzumaki-kun!" He tried to keep a hint of kindness in his voice, scaring the boy more than he already was wouldn't help.

He stopped next to him, removing his bag and setting it on the ground besides him. His heart stopped when he saw Sasuke. He grasped Sasuke's wrist gingerly, feeling for a pulse and letting out a relieved sigh, "We need to hurry..."