From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

Yaeume walked her way through the Ashen lands, doing her daily patrols and just some exercise. As both a warrior and server she always liked to keep herself in a top shape for anything. And like a shadow, Tsurume walked by her side, holding her katana as always. Being there for whenever she needed to use it. But most of the time she simply stayed in her own affairs. She had just returned from the Ashen tournament, one she lost interest in pretty quick. But well, the past was the past.

Her tail remained even, relaxed. Ears up and about in alert, and so did her ears. And as she crossed one of the Archipelago's bridges, she contemplated the view. But in that moment, her blue eyes felt into an stranger, a wolf she didnt know and it surprised her to find them escorted by the Shogun's servants. Interesting.

She then approached facing the smaller wolf. As she did, she found out this wolf was in a very bad shape. "Woa. Hello there." She greeted. Was he imprisoned? The savagery of his wounds reminded her of Iga's ways to enslave. "Poor thing, what did you do to suffer such punishment?" She asked freely.

"The talking"