Sheeeesshhhh

Hattori did not make a habit of wandering out this way often; he had next to no interest in Habari nor did he intend on bridging the gap that had formed between the supposed allies. If Recluse was intent in disconnecting herself and her kin from the rest of the world, Hattori would not pry them out of their shell. With force or otherwise. The ball was already thoroughly coated in dust as it remained in her court, she could keep it for all the Shogun cared.

And yet as spring rolled into summer, Hattori felt a growing twinge of nostalgia as he eyed the distant redbuds. The view was not unlike that of the spring groves of Iga, the ground littered with white and pink petals, silk soft to the touch. Similar, but not close enough.

The thundering of paws soon grabbed the Shogun's attention, as he turned slightly, pale brows furrowing as something came rushing his way. Through the grass a lizard scuttled underfoot and like any predator, Hattori reached out for it on instinct, digging his talons in as he rolled it over onto its belly. The scent of fresh blood met his nose and Hattori threw away the twitching remains away with a disinterested flick. Far more focused on the skeletal marking clad wolf that reeked of Habari.