a calling card

"Greetings, Shogun," she replied as Hattori revealed himself. The beast was looking as well as ever. Although they weren't particularly close, she didn't wish ill upon anyone - especially the dark portents that the ooze had brought across the land. That was a fate not even willed upon her worst enemies. "I hope Ashen has fared well, given recent events." She kept it short and to the point; he hadn't revealed himself one much for socializing. "Is the Empress available as well?" Theo probed lightly. He was a completely closed book and it was possible his feminine counterpart would be easier to read. Regardless, she could deliver the news to either of them. "I'm simply bringing goodwill and news - Abaven has decided to open itself up to the continents as a school. The grounds will be neutral, welcome to all wolves who wish to improve their skills or learn. You may have youngsters who could do with seeing more of the land or being exposed to other young wolves - we did agree, once, that it was a productive endeavor," she said, allowing herself a small smile. It was difficult to get a read on him, but at least she could try and infuse some warmth to her message. He had seemed amenable to wolves socializing between packs when they'd chatted about his rambunctious son. Oh, no. His son. Would he send that little upstart? Theory chided herself - the school was exactly the place for little upstarts. If she couldn't handle his son, she had no business being a teacher.