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Hanzō · 10-25-2020, 10:01 AM

Whilst it wasn't his job per se Hattori often found himself heading out into the wilds to go hunting, to fill Ashen's pantry. He'd been following a trail for some time, weaving through the prairie as he followed the well worn tracks and heavy scents that flooded his nostrils. From what he'd gathered the bison herd was large, which in and of itself was both a good and bad thing. On one paw it meant he'd have a higher chance to find a young bison, the sort he could probably bring down by himself. But on the other with greater numbers came a stronger sense of security, the bison would be more willing to stand their ground against him given it was one vs many. He continued on, moving at an easy lope as his lips pursed into a pensive frown. Regardless of the odds he felt as though it was a risk worth taking, or at the very least he ought to track and follow the herd in case a chance for a pack hunt arose. It would be a fine opportunity for the wolves of Ashen to earn their keep, to climb down from their Klein pedestals and actually hunt like the rest of their kind.

Hattori had been tracking the herd, wrinkling his nose at the sight and scent of their abundant droppings when he noticed a pair in the distance. He squinted in focus only to be hit by a pang of recognition a moment later. These two again? Either a fair few wolves were out and about, hunting and fighting, or the fates wanted their paths to cross over and over again. Hattori wasn't sure which. Pulling up aside them, Hattori set his gaze on the bison herd once more. He didn't need to speak or offer them greetings, by now they would know his intentions.

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100% Grass-fed

Hanzō