Dear Me

Hanzō · 11-04-2020, 11:50 AM

Hattori followed their line of sight, brows furrowing a touch as he noticed the scratchy cough that rumbled in one of the doe's chests. Whilst it didn't seem to hinder her too much for now he doubted the same could be said for when winter came. It was better to cut her life short now before it got to that, surely. The shinobi nodded in agreement, both to the target and the plan that was unfolding before him. He waited for Stjarna to start slinking into place, watching as his greyish form blended into the long shadows cast by the willow trees. Even the most colourful of wolves would have an easier time hiding here, it was just that shady. Once content with his hunting partners positioning Hattori kicked off into a dash, chunks of earth went flying as his talons ripped them up. He stormed over, loud and brash and that was more than enough to send the herd skittering in all directions.

The doe attempted to dart away and follow the others but he cut her off, side stepping on the spot so he stood in her path. She let out an alarmed snort and, predictably, turned tail to run in the opposite direction with Hattori hot in pursuit. Right towards were Stjarna was now laying in wait.

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Dear Me

Hanzō