black sand, black heart

Hattori blinked, knowing full well she'd been expecting more. Like a long monologue of information for her ears only, served up on a silver platter just because. Well tough luck. He'd been content to leave it at that, ignore her slight as though it was beneath him to even acknowledge, but she soon went onto apologise for her rudeness. Sort of, it seemed as though this was as close as she was willing to get.

The nature of her name gave him reason to pause, his ears flicking forward slightly as faint recognition lit up the pale of his gaze. Akizora. Autumn sky? Speakers of his native tongue were few and far between in this land, but perhaps his recognition of her koi-ish markings had not been a brazen assumption. Perhaps his senses were sharper than he knew. That or more and more wolves of his ilk were flocking to Boreas, leaving behind the land of the rising sun for a myriad of reasons. Far too many to count and none of his business.

"Are you from Nihon?" He asked in his native language, still remaining where he stood with an expectant gaze.