The devil that lurks within

The pink woman replied to his question calmly, even offering a small smile, but with her confirmation he didn’t quite trust the gentle expression. He and his littermates had been told stories about their ancestral homelands, enough to know they needed to be wary of those who ventured away from it. They were either deserters or spies, neither of which to be trusted. He schooled his expression to be blank, however, not belying the suspicion he felt. His paws made quick work of another message, the gold and brown Akita’s blue gaze skimming it before turning his eyes forward once more. “Master Takeshi was not born in Iga, but it is his ancestral homeland. What business brought you from Iga to Boreas?” his voice was swift and to the point, the Japanese syllables flying from his tongue. Takeshi stood beside him, his glowing red gaze leveling on her steadily. If she proposed a threat to his family, he wouldn’t stand idly by.