As The Storm Rages

Hattori had said his piece and was content to leave it at that, but the loner soon got to her paws and shook off the sand clinging to her coat. She was just about as small as he'd presumed, her fur plain and standard, a contradictory oddity in this part of the world where wolves could be all manners of shapes, sizes and colours. From blues, to purples and pinks Hattori had seen it all here. His gaze lingered on the satchel hanging around her neck and a cursory sniff let him know there were likely herbs and other such plants stored inside.

There was a degree of hesitation in her voice, as though she had something to fear from the Shogun. Well, she did not. Hattori could be described with all manners of phrases that were none too flattering, but he'd never attacked someone just for the sake of it. He was a man of reason, his actions carried weight and his words were few.

"I see." He said flatly, not because he was looking down at her, rather it simply made sense. There was nothing else to say. "The sea is rough at this time of year, avoid swimming to the islands unless you are confident." The last thing he wanted was to wake up one morning and find a drowned wolf on his shores. Or worse yet, one of his children might find her.