fancy some matcha?

Plague gave a grateful dip of his head as Hattori passed over one of the porcelain bowls, bringing it closer to himself with careful paws so that his emerald gaze could examine the similarly green powder inside. With all the crafting and armor work he had been doing in the last year or so he had gotten fairly adept at doing things with his paws so he didn't have any issue with taking the things he was offered and following the Shogun's instructions. He wasn't as practiced or adept at how to pour the water or use the wooden whisk considering Hattori had likely done it countless timeless before, but he managed well enough. He smiled slightly as one of the Shogun's canines reappeared with an extra whisk, nodding slightly as he went to work whisking the matcha as Hattori demonstrated. Carefully pouring the right amount of water, mixing it to just the right consistency, it was all actually quite relaxing. He liked having little tasks or projects to keep his mind occupied and this was a pretty good one.

Once he was content with what he had created and decided it was close enough to matching Hattori's to be satisfactory he putt down the whisk, tipping his cup to show his work. "Not quite as well proportioned as yours perhaps, but acceptable hopefully?" He chuckled softly and went to take an experimental sip, his brows lifting with surprise at the tase. He had assumed it would taste like some of the other teas he had tried in the past, but it was kind of a taste all its own. "This is quite good," he decided after another sip or two, offering Hattori a smile. "Thank you for sharing it with me."

While Plague enjoyed the matcha he had created with Hattori's help, his mind began to wander, but to more pack related topics. If there was one thing he could admire in Hattori it was his work ethic and his dedication to keeping the pack running smoothly. He got the sense that his sister was the heart and decorum of the empire while Hattori had taken the lead in the logistical and combative front - at least that's what he had gathered from his observations of how they worked together. "Is there any plans for the near future?" he asked conversationally, his gaze curious as he glanced up from his drink. "Another raid perhaps? Since the last one was so disappointing..." He had been quite eager for a fight when they made their way to the north and to end up walking away without even seeing the face of one of the other pack's wolves was frustrating even if they did get to leave with their prize.

Plague | Viridis | Procella