Dear Me

Hanzō · 11-01-2020, 12:50 PM

Yet again, birds of a feather flocked together. Whilst they'd not yet made a move to officially claim it as theirs, Hattori had learned that the wolves of the Armada favoured the willows. He could see why they felt that way, the forest was thick and dense, teeming with game if you knew where to look. He wasn't sure why they hadn't made a move yet but till then everyone and anyone was free to come and go as they pleased, loners and pack wolves alike. Figuring that Venom would enjoy a nice cut of venison, Hattori stalked through the woods, following a trail of hoof prints that weaved through the churned mud. The wind was starting to take a cold edge, a sure sign that autumn would soon shove summer aside, and Hattori stood tall and breathed deep, rolling the scents around in the back of his nose. The deer had to be close but not enough that he could yet see it, though the same couldn't be said for the silvery wolf that laid ahead. Stjarna.

Hattori was quiet as he approached, not wanting to make enough noise to disturb the relative silence of the forest. It was only once he stood by the starlight's wolf side that he saw the deer, several of them now. The one he'd been tracking had found some company, it seemed.

"You choose." He rumbled, it was a given since Star had been observing them for longer.

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Dear Me

Hanzō