Hattori could not say he was overly surprised by the fact Mirovis had fallen. He hadn't heard of it till its downfall, that about told him all he needed to know about the pack it had been, the ending that inevitably came to be. The pack had left little signs of their time here, came and went like falling snow. The metal of the jagged sculpture creaked and groaned as Hattori watched it from the safety of dry land, ears perked as he listened to the peace that had befallen this place. Only the strongest and most determined of wolves seemed to be able to withstand the cold of the north, he had seen three packs claim the surrounding territories as their own, only to fade away into obscurity after a season or two.

It didn't matter to him, not really, he had no skin in the game and he knew that should one pack fall, another would rise to take its place. As long as Tojo remained eternal he cared not.

"Speech"

Solstice thrived in the cold environment, her thick and fluffy white coat kept her warm despite the low temperature of the north. White paws and black claws trudged through the snow, her lean and small body jumping through thick snow. The little fox blended in with her environment. Her coat the same shade as the snow, but a light gray ran down her back. Her black nose was like a black spot in the whiteness of her surroundings.

Orange and black caught the fox's attention as she set purple eyes on the largest wolf she had ever seen... Well, the first wolf she had ever seen.

Foxes were not uncommon in this part of Boreas, least of all ones of that colouration. The purple eyes were of note though, enough for the Kaicho to spare a look her way. There was not much food to scavenge up this way, as far as he knew of, but plenty of predators much larger than herself, many willing to hurt or kill her just because they could. This was the nature of this world. Not so much Hattori though, he prized himself as a man of purposeful action, a man of reason and thought.

"If you intend to remain here in Boreas," he began, his accent thick. "I would be wary of strange wolves."