Bond over Blood

Since his return to Shiba following his period of disturbance, Mikko had quietly taken it upon himself to find ways to entertain himself closer to home. Damage to her reputation had been a very real concern for him, primarily because he'd been the reason for her initial disappearance, but now that some time had passed and he could comfortably infer that the woman's position was no longer in jeopardy due to his own absence, he was determined not to let his newest opportunity for redemption slip from his grasp.

So, while he neither saw nor smelled anything that gave him cause for concern, the stirring of rubble had captured his tattered ears--and his curiosity--enough to draw him from his resting place. The forsaken beast lumbered over dust and stone with ease, his head low as an unblinking eye scanned the horizon in front of him for the company he sensed was nearby. It couldn't hurt, either, he figured, to attempt making his presence known to the rest of Habari. Perhaps his debt was directly owed to Shiba, but he lived under her niece now along with a slew of other wolves, and he'd taken a rank meant to protect all of them--not just the ashen Klein woman.

The stranger's blue form appeared to Mikko as he cleared a ledge, landing upon heavy paws that slowed to place himself before him. He stood there for a moment, eyeing the other male up and down before giving an idle twitch of his own equally crooked tail. "You look bored," he huffed from marred lips.

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