Striking Cobra

Raijin really wasn’t much of a morning person. He liked to sleep in for a little bit, certainly not until the sun was high in the sky, but definitely not when it was just beginning to wake up itself. But, he’d promised his cousin he’d help with the bamboo again that day and he wanted to catch himself some breakfast beforehand. Fish sounded the best, so he’d hopped over to one of the islands he’d found had the best selection, but what he found wasn’t exactly a fish. Maybe it flopped around like one, but it certainly looked like a wolf.

He watched with a slightly bemused expression as the fire-kissed man seemed to be doing some kind of fancy stretches, taking notes oogling the way his body moved as he did so. He certainly seemed to have good form. Once he seemed to finish, Raijin moved forward with a chuff of greeting to announce his presence. “You have some fancy moves, care to teach me a few?” he asked with a friendly grin.