With winter settling in on Boreas, Hattori couldn't say he was surprised by the sudden influx of scavenging coyote clans. Around this time of year they tended to make a menace of themselves, preferring to snatch whatever they could instead of doing the hard work for themselves. As a wolf and a man of pride he found the idea quite off-putting, he'd seize an opportunity if he happened across one but it was not a way of life he thought highly of. More so than that, he could not tolerate such large congregations of coyotes hanging out so close to Ashen's borders. He would force them to move on, or they would die. The choice was theirs and as he approached, gaze intent and steely, his body language said as much. In turn transcending any language barriers that might separate the two separate species.

The gathering of coyotes consisted of about a dozen figures, all chittering and skittering about in the shadows. Unwilling to make the first move as they waited to see if Hattori truly meant business. After all, he was only one wolf. Did he really have what it took? They would soon find out.

The shadows were settling in the place, with winter making its harsh appearance as always. Chilly airs flew through the branches as snow fell down to cover the wood's floor like a blanket. But despite the lifeless appearance, life could be seen and heard. Chatting and winning echoed through the trees and a young greyish wolf walked through the snow, with a viper wrapped around her thick neck coat. Mist rolling out of her nostrils as her eyes landed upon quiet the scene, with the Shogun and a gang of vicious coyotes looking for a fight.

Wishing a piece of the fun, the wolf of only one year of age approached with hackles rising to their full length as her snake hissed in response. With now to wolves tension rose between the smaller canines. But then one darted toward the Klein and without fear she went to fight back.


"Speech!"

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Hattori lunged at the first coyote, grabbing a hold of it by its scruff as he shook his head violently. It kicked and squealed as his teeth tore into its skin, the scent of blood permeated the air as Hattori set a violent precedent. Slamming it to the ground, he then stopped on it's head, his talons jabbing into its eye before moving onto his next target. And there were plenty to pick from, all skittering and calling out in alarm as the two wolves tore them down one by one.

He swatted one aside as it tried to charge him, smaller teeth bared as his massive paw collided with the length of its muzzle. This was too easy, Hattori had little to gain from this, only to prove a point.