seeking greenery

Hattori's ear flicked, in a rare display of disapproval. So his assumptions rung true it seemed, that not only was Kuroki making a pest of himself but he maintained his obtrusive attitude all the while. Nothing like his more diplomatic sisters who knew when to hold their tongue and when to speak. It was tempting to write him off as a lost cause, but Hattori knew his Mother was still fond of her firstborn son and that he was a talented warrior and if hunter, if nothing else. Pressing his lips thin, he hadn't realised his boy had taken a liking to an Abaven wolf in particular. He supposed it shone the yearlings actions in a better light, that he was hanging around to be social, not just an unwanted menace.

Perhaps something would come of it, perhaps not. If she was willing to tolerate the boy for now, he wouldn't stomp out the embers just yet.

The Shogun considered her words for a moment, realising she was softer around the edges than he could ever dream of being. But not wrong, just different. "You are correct. I admit, I do not know much of Abaven. Venom told me some family resides there, but little else."