She was in shock. These were nothing like the islands of her homeland. Misuis heart twisted she knew for a fact she would forget where she buried her child. One lost to the waters during labor, the other simply not strong enough to survive. While she didnt know it was because she was mistreated within her clan, she blamed herself.

Yet the maze covered in a unknown packs scent had drawn the tired tiny girl to the border. Skinny, her frame made her look exceptionally on the border of being completely unwell. Misui stayed a few feet away from the scent line pacing back and forth before letting out a bark. Just some food, she didnt need to stay right but where exactly would she go?

By now Hattori was used to and appreciated the lack of visitors. Being social was trying at the best of times and the members of Tojo knew him well enough to realise what sort of man he was by now. It was not that the clan as a whole was unwelcoming, hostile to the outside world, rather they simply kept to themselves, did what needed to be done without making too many ripples. It was not a life everyone would appreciate but it was the life he himself wished to live and those who chose to remain seemed to share the sentiment.

It was with all of this in mind that he moved to the border at the sound of the call, pale brows furrowed as he wondered who it was this time. The sea soft blue of their pelt came into view and Hattori noted this was the first non-koi who had called out to Tojo in what felt like a very long time. Of course, his kin seemed to congregate here, but that didn't mean others were cast out for their lack of splodges. This one in particular was tiny and lined with scars along the meat of her thighs. She did not seem to be a fighter at first glance, but Hattori knew looks could be deceiving.

"You called?"He asked, his common tongue a little rusty, his accent thick and heavy.

The giant that showed up before her made the girls eyes widen. She studied him, koi colored, and were those….horns? The tiny girl slumped against her stomach feeling her legs buckle underneath her. A sense of relief washed over her, the last few days had been horrible and she recognized his accent. Her common tongue was not very good though she understood it."Tasuke ga hitsuyōdesu, gomen'nasai"(I need help, I’m sorry). She rose once more, tiny or not she didn’t want to appear helpless. Her front legs held her up at the mercy of this giant. She had no choice but to trust him. She took a deep breath trying to center her thoughts.

"Watashinokazoku wa nigeru tame ni koko ni kimashita, watashi wa jibun ga doko ni iru no ka wakarimasen, soshite hon'no sūjitsumae ni, umareta bakari no dōfuku-ko kara umareta saigo no koinu o maisō shimashita. Otto ga nakunari, hoka ni dokoni tasuke o motomereba yoi no ka wakarimasendeshita. Onegaidesu, omo yo, watashi wa tsukarete imasu."(My family came here to escape, I dont know where I am and only a few days ago I buried my last pup from my newborn litter. My husband is dead and I didnt know where else to look for help. please I am tired my lord.). She refused to cry.

"Arufa ga yōkyū shita koto wa subete jikkō shimashitaga, naze watashi ni kon'na koto ga okotta nodeshou ka?"(I did everything our alpha asked, why did this happen to me?). Misui swallowed trying to wrap her head around it. These wolves didn’t look starved meaning the things they were told about the mainland had to be a lie. She shook her head and drew in a breath.

"My name is Misui Haruko." The common tongue rolled awkwardly off her tongue. Normally she would be more clear headed a hunter had to be. Yet she was at the end of a fortnight from the possibly worse event in her life.

Hattori listened, quiet and stern, gaze cold as he looked down upon her. The story that fell from her lips was not an uncommon one, but tragic all the same, no matter how many times it was told. There would never be true peace in Nihon, Hattori had realised long ago, it was simply the nature of the land and its people. Like a curse had settled into the bones.

"Hattori Hanzo." He paused then a moment, Tojo was a refuge of sorts, but not a charity. To take in the crestfallen and those down on their luck was not against what Tojo stood for, but would it be worth it in the long run? He did wonder... "Tojo can take you in, but what can you offer us?"

After a few moments she was able to calm herself. Somehow the calculating gaze of this man helped center those precious thoughts of hers. She still was on edge but trust was not her strong point. Misuis stormy eyes stared at the colors on his chest. He was quiet handsome surely blessed.

"Your wolves would never go hungry." her accent rolled off her tongue. Tired as she may be she steeled herself taking in deep breaths from where her body clung to her bones. "I can track a herd from miles away, let their blood fill your belly. I can read the stars and the terrain only helps my speed." misui was no stranger to exchange. She had compensated her size with knowledge.

All reasonable things. Hattori was a man built from second chances, of new beginnings, he saw no reason to deny her, not when she had been so earnest and upfront in her approach. Hattori nodded then, not needing to think about it much longer. The bamboo was strong and could shelter many, and they had plenty of space outside it's walls too. His clan wanted for nothing and Misui would be welcomed into the fold.

"I understand. Tojo has a place for you, if you require medical aid we have healers who can tend to you. I will have someone come for you shortly, they will show you to your accommodations, if they are not to your liking you are welcome to make changes." He turned then, knowing one of his companions would be by shortly to escort her.