Hey there, fancy feet

Her father told her to take a few extra patrols and to concentrate more heavily on the way her paws moved through the yellow grasses. The terrain in the shrine was much less treacherous than the swamp Hattori had taken her to. No matter how hard she tried or how hard she focused, there was always a misstep. She always tripped at some point. It was like she was cursed, never able to walk with any grace. Even with nearing a year of age she still struggled to grow into her long legs and massive paws.

The girl was also half looking for a trail and scent to catch. With winter knocking on their door she wanted to help provide for her pack and her family. She wanted to prove she was just as good at hunting as her dope of a brother. She found a trail, but it wasn’t one of prey. Shuriken’s chimeric features lifted from the grass and her dual toned eyes easily found the vivid violet form of Manea. She certainly wouldn’t forget making herself a fool in front of them, nor the kind words from Manea and the understanding glance from Alastor.

"Hello, again.” Ike offered with a deep dip of her head, leaning over a bit too far as she did so. There was no mighty trip up this time but she did jerk back without poise. Mismatched ears fell to her head, no matter what she did she was never near as graceful or perfect in movement as Ikigai.

"Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas"