Everybody Talks

Venom was quick to oblige him, offering a kind smile that he honestly wasn’t used to in a leader. Chīfu Hattori was a cold man on the best of days, a borderline psychopath on the worst and he held his clan in an iron grip so strong it had suffocated more than one wolf. Many followed him not out of respect, but out of fear and the need to belong somewhere. That had been how the man had gotten most of his followers; he picked up the dirty, the lonesome, the outcast and gave them a ‘home’ at the cost of their independence and, in essence, their lives. They lived for him and they died for him once they decided to set their paws across the border, and while the Iga clan was among the strongest in their land, Raijin had never been fond of the tactic. He did believe that a clan needed a firm paw at the helm, especially in their line of work, but there was a difference between being firm and being unnecessarily cruel.

She sat down and Raijin followed, his auds giving a flick. ”Thank you. As I mentioned, I am a trained diplomat and wish to be of use to you. Hattori had mentioned that we have an offshoot pack to the east that we’re affiliated with. I was hoping you would be willing to give me more information on them, as well as more information on the packs that surround us and our relations with them,” he said, quickly cutting to the chase. Raijin and his cousin were as different as night and day, but even night and day met at sunset and there were some similarities between the two in the fact that they usually didn’t beat around the bush.