momma's always right

Hanzō · 02-14-2021, 11:26 AM

It was a cold and cloudy night, as Hattori emerged from the waves, water dripping from his belly and legs. Given the nature of the archipelago it took quite some time for him to patrol all of the islands, to make sure all was as it was meant to be. The Shrine was next on his agenda as he padded inland, a slight shiver rolling down his spine as sand transitioned to grass. It was quiet out, most of his packmates were asleep and curled up in their dens, as he passed through the pale trees and made his way to the territory edges. He started north then circled his way around south, pausing only when he heard Venom summon him with a howl.

He would answer her call, always.

It didn’t take the Shogun long to find his yakusoku. There she was, standing amid the gentle swirl of snowfall, with a wolf not too far from her side. The woman stood out plain and clear in the night, her coat akin to the pale of the moon, as though she was a figure from a fable or dream. Perhaps even both. Hattori had not seen her for quite some time and nor had he expected to, certainly not here and not now.

He blinked, the cold air catching in his lungs. She was alive and despite the tight look of concern in her expression she looked well enough, if not a little on the thin side. But if she was here then what did that mean for Iga? Did Hattori even care anymore? He exhaled slowly, his talons digging into the ground as he curled his toes, eying the companions to clung to Kiyo’s sides. It was a lot to take in and being the man he was he simply just...didn’t. Not in the way a reasonable, feeling person ought to anyway.

"Mother"

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momma's always right

Hanzō