fate has a will of its own

Hattori's ears tipped as he caught the summoning howl of a loner. With winter grabbing all of Boreas by the scruff of its neck visitors were few and far between, making Hattori wonder what they wanted as he approached from the eastern corner of the Shrine. He moved at a steady lope, paws leaving wide tracks in the snow, whatever it was he would deal with it. Venom had more than enough to manage and as Shogun he was well within in his right to deal with border matters.

Spotting the loner's auburn form, which stood out plain and clear amongst the white landscape, Hattori slowed to a walk as he approached, the dead trees seemingly parting in his presence. As far as loners this time of year went he looked strong and healthy, the chill of winter hadn't gotten him down just yet, but would it in time?

"What do you want?" He said in place of greeting. His accent remained strong as ever, clinging thick to his words and stopping his blunt way of speaking from being obtrusively rude.