Ocean wo-man, take me by the hand

The ocean breeze swept through the bamboo stalks, rattling them gently as the leaves rustled overhead. It was a pleasant sort of noise, the sort that filled the silence in a welcomed sort of way. Made the dark tips of Hattori’s ears tip forward as he took it all in, to savour the moment as though he feared it would end too soon.

This place was good for him, felt as though it was something he’d been chasing for as long as he could recall. Another smell soon filled his nose, familiar but not overly recent. Tsunami. Wandering through the forest, already knowing the paths and routes like any good Tojo wolf did. Perhaps he ought to leave her alone, but it had been some time since they had last spoken. Maybe too long.

Following as her shadow, it didn’t take long to come across the sea wolf. Once captive and yet now free.

”Tsunami.” Hattori greeted, friendly enough.