round 2

Hattori had met and sparred with the Aracari scout once before, but so much time had passed that he could no longer recall their fighting style. He had no doubt of their prowess, otherwise Venom wouldn't have granted them the rank of scout so quickly, but given he had finished his patrol for now he thought now might be a good time for a spar.

As he made his way into the open glade of the Shrine, Hattori tipped his head back and called out for the scout. There was no demand in the low timbre of his voice, rather a polite request to see if the scout wished to shake off the cold with him. And it had truly gotten cold over the past few days; winter had settled in nicely, hardening the ground beneath his paws as the sea air took a bitter chill. At the very least it was not as bad as last winter-and by extension, spring- the worst of it seemed to have passed but Hattori knew better than to get too comfortable just yet.

"Speech"