yo, chill out will you?

Hattori rumbled in the back of his throat in recognition to the courtesy offered. He had slaved away in Ashen's name, his title had been earned and yet he did not let the gravity of his station go to his head. He knew his worth and his place in the Empire, like all wolves he was here to serve the Empress and do her bidding. No matter what it may entail.

Sensing the double-edged nature of the yearlings question, Hattori considered it for a moment, his gaze wandering to the winding river as it cut through the land. Stark blue against the oranges and reds of autumn. He had always been a private man, more inclined to hold his cards close against his chest rather than lay them flat out on the table, but he saw no harm in this. Shinobi or not he had nothing to hide and if Ashen's name had spread this far then it could only be a good thing. Proof of their efforts paying off. Yet the same could not be said of his past, he would not divulge that so freely. Even with Venom it had taken some time and effort on his part.

"The journey is not far if you make use of Ashen's Archipelago." He explained, a conversation he'd had once before. "It is quieter here, usually." He tossed a glance in the bears' direction, which said enough, surely.