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12-05-2020, 05:19 PM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2020, 05:19 PM by Hanzō.)

Hattori roamed the Weeping Woods with a furrowed brow. The south had gotten crowded quite quickly and the shinobi found himself unsure of what to make of it, back home pack territories were clean cut and those who were stupid enough to claim a land too close would soon reap the consequences. It made sense in the regards that some-not all- of these new packs were part of the empire, but it was strange all the same. Perhaps another Boreas quirk he needed to get used to sooner rather than later. As he ventured through the trees he caught wind of a familiar scent and paused as he took a moment to recall his name.

It didn't take long for the shinobi to track him down. He approached from the shadows, half expecting to see the loner engaged in battle against a predator of some kind, but there was no scuffle or blood to be found. Just peace and quiet as a gentle but cool breeze toyed with the long hanging branches of the willows. It was certainly a change of pace but not an unpleasant one.

"Lynvarr."


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