a calling card

Though Hattori had met Theory once before he couldn't claim to know her very well, or even begin to guess what had brought her to Ashen's borders. The call did not sound overly demanding nor did the alpharess seem as though she was in a hurry, like this was a time sensitive affair. Instead the Shogun got a sense it was a social call of sorts, as he cut his way through the trees and slowed to a walk as he saw her dark, long limbed form on the other side of Ashen's territorial markers.

Given the mess the world was only just starting to recover from, Theory looked well enough. Her eyes were clever and bright, and though she'd always been on the overly-leggy side, she didn't seem too thin or in poor health. He doubted she'd come here to ask anything of Ashen, most alphas were too stubborn and prideful to even consider such a thing. So what did she have in mind? He blinked slowly, as if only just remembering that was something he needed to do.

"Theory." He greeted, dipping his head in a polite nod.

As always his body language gave little away, shoulders square and back straight, but he held no hostility in his form. If she wished to speak he would listen and that was all.