you call and say I'm arctic

Hanzō · 01-07-2021, 02:31 PM

Winter had arrived and it came with a vengeance. The sky was grey and the wind carried a bitter chill as it ruffled Hattori's fur, reminding him that it would only get colder from here on out. The winters back in Nippon were as fierce as they came, rivalling the snowfall in the north of Boreas, so he was fully prepared for whatever was on the horizon. But could the same be said for Ashen? Venom's injury had healed remarkably well and though they hadn't spent all that much one on one time together as of late he could tell that she was back to full strength and just as spry. Black specs of sand clung to his paws as he padded upt he length of the beach, his steely gaze set on the horizon, his expression thoughtful. Having found a decent spot, he settled upon a rocky outcrop, his toes curling against the cold stone he recalled the time Venom had challenged him to a spar, not long after he'd joined Ashen in her name. So much had changed since then, back then it had simply been a job but now whether he could put it into words yet or not it was evident that it was so much more.

Everything was changing and Hattori wasn't inclined to say it was for the worse. Not here in Boreas anyway.

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you call and say I'm arctic

Hanzō