wrong part of town

Hattori watched, his eyes cold and critical as the duo put an end to the bear. Given that he'd dealt the killing blow last time it seemed only fair that they did it this time. The bear died and it's passing brought down a heavy silence, a strong wind rolled over the Garden, filling Hattori's nose with the salt of the ocean rather than blood. His ears tipped forward in acknowledgement of the names that were offered him, better late then never given neither of them had even thought to introduce themselves when they'd last met. Not that it really mattered, Hattori hadn't taken offence.

"Hattori." He dipped his head in a polite greeting, despite the blood that marred his face he was nothing if not a stickler for tradition. Besides if nothing he could respect they were decent in a fight, useful to have around.