The Haze of Malaise

Hanzō · 10-24-2021, 08:15 AM

On the nights Hattori could not sleep he tended to wander from Ashen's borders, if even only to feel as though he was doing something other than wasting the night away. He couldn't confront the strange happenings of the world and it made him feel powerless, as though he was forced to take the passenger's seat and see where it all took him. That and he was becomingly increasingly discontent with Ashen as a whole made the Shogun broodier than usual, his eyes narrowed into thin slits as he came across Veteran's Plateau. Spotting the white outline of a wolf not so far ahead, Hattori paused and drew in his scent. A Fireside wolf, a vaguely familiar one too. As though Hattori had caught a glimpse of him once, between the clashing of tooth and claw.

Now even Hattori was not the most diplomatic wolf, but to outright maul a neighbouring pack member just for being nearby seemed like overkill to the Shogun. Wasted effort with unintended consequences. By no means was he fond of their people, they had raided Ashen after all, but Hattori was a man of considered actions and not one of impulse. Sirius had misstepped and the whole world knew it, consider it a lesson learned.

Standing at a reasonable distance, Hattori eyed the pale man as he dug through the rumble and wreckages. Taking care not to stab his paw with the razor edges of steel and iron, all bent and twisted out of shape. Mere echoes of what they used to be, purpose long forgotten.

"What are you doing?" Hattori asked, accent thick and tone sombre.

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The Haze of Malaise

Hanzō