Everybody Talks

Raijin had taken a day to refresh himself and get some sleep before checking out more of the Archipelago islands. He was impressed with how vast the territory was and how well the borders were maintained, though he could definitely smell Venom and Hattori the strongest out of the other scents, and rightly so. He was on his way to find the Empress at that moment, having waited until nightfall to seek her out as his cousin had mentioned her nocturnal tendencies. Boy, were they a match made in heaven.

Hattori had filled him in well on their journey from Stone Steppe about the relationship between their related pack and Ashen but he wanted other perspectives. His cousin, as immersed as he had made himself in these lands, was still raised as an outsider. Their Empress had been born here and knew of the relations best, and as a diplomat it was his job (though unofficially at that moment) to know them just as well. So, he caught her scent and was quickly to follow after it, catching sight of her (mighty fine) dark derriere and offering a chuff of greeting to forewarn her of his presence if she hadn’t already sensed him. He stopped, performing his bow as usual before speaking, “Empress, would you allow me some of your time?”