'Cause birds of a feather fly together

The storm was pittering out, and the worst part - the thunder - had stopped. He could still hear the way the wind stirred up the raging sea when Hattori called for him. He left his wife in the care of Bast, and trotted out to where Hattori called. His eyes slid to the bundles the other wolf carried, and back to the other Dires familiar face. THe gesture between two allies was not lost to him.

“Hattori, well met.” he said, noting also the way Hattori was not soaked, despite the lashing waves. “How are your Islands fairing with the winter storms?” he asked politely, taking a seat before the other wolf.


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