the hardest goodbye

Harbringr rinsed the mud from his paws and trotted back toward where Ari was packing the clay for his new kiln. They'd been working all morning to get it finished but they were just about there. The macaque kept working in the straw of the outer covering while Harbringr sat down to take a needed rest. He still hadn't recovered over his embarrassment at losing his first fight in his first raid in these new lands. Granted it had been against Zee who had proven herself to be a particularly skilled fighter.

Still, the more the days went on the more he was questioning whether daimyo or even samurai was his true calling. Anymore he'd taken more to crafting and navigating. His ears perked up at the sound of Pesto. Grinning he got to his feet and trotted to the shrine to answer her call. "Hello Pesto, what do you need?"