every mile is two in winter

The overgrown guinea pig that was Raijin waited while Hattori ventured out, the Shogun’s gaze cursing but his legs carrying him further out onto the ice. He gave a grin, his teeth chattering while he did so. His golden gaze traveled to Venom, who’d stuck close to the other man’s side and rightfully so. She was only a few inches shorter than him, but she was slight in build. He estimated he easily had 50 pounds of bulky muscle over her and 20 over Hattori and he was still having a hard time against the gusting wind. Raijin took the opposite side of Venom than Hattori, trying to shield her as best he could from the high velocity air currents.

They began to venture forward and, as they went, he swore he began to see a form taking shape in the distance. This suspicion was only confirmed as they grew closer, his already squinted golden gaze drawing ever tighter as he tried to make out what it was through the haze. He began to see a whip-like tail thrashing behind it’s massive form and his hackles rose in alarm. The burly man leapt out in front of the pair, tail flagging protectively, “Is that a fucking tiger? What the hell has it been eating?” he called out, looking to Hattori and Venom for commands. Anyone could say what they wanted about Raijin, but he was generally a good soldier, entirely faithful to those he respected and the pair with him certainly had that respect. If he were ordered to fight, he would fight.