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07-29-2021, 05:21 PM

The Shogun did not have long to wait, one by one they appeared on the scene armed to the teeth and ready to get down to business. Not everyone present had been there to experience the Winterfell raid, but the bitter sentiments were catching. There was a point to be proven and who better than Ashen's best and brightest? When Venom appeared on the scene Hattori's gaze wasn't so steely in anticipation, he offered her a reverent dip of his head. The war preparations were his own, but the Empire and its riches laid at his wife's paws. He would do whatever it took to best serve her, even if she asked him to stain the waves red with blood he would see it done. This was the second time they had fought side by side and the thought made him feel oddly all the more fond of her. She was a warrior through and through, he would have it no other way.

But for today their gaze was set north and to the past.

Hattori wasn't one for long and dramatic speeches, nor did it look as though the crowd that had gathered was in need of any rousing. He said what was needed and left it at that.

"This has been a long while coming, but for those who are unaware Winterfell raided Ashen some time ago. It is time we give them the same treatment in return. Fight however you see fit." He said, leaving it up to their discretion if they wished to maim or not. This was no practice raid, wolves would get hurt regardless. "When the fighting is done we will host a hunt on their territory." Now Hattori would claim he was not petty enough to stoop so low to make a jab for the sake of it, but he recalled the frustration in watching Fireside rummage through their stores. He imagined being forced to watch a pack hunt would be worse tenfold.

He looked to his wife to see if she had anything to add, they would leave at her discretion, hot on her heels.

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