oh ho

Hanako rocked her weight back and forth between front and back limbs, humming a soft tune as the moments passed by. She really hoped this wouldn't turn out like her trip to Lirim, where she'd sat and waited for ages only for no one to heed her call. Even now she wasn't really sure what had happened there, whether the pack had simply collapsed or what. All she knew was that she wasn't in the mood to wait too long, had better things to do, you know?

Fortunately, it was pretty clear history wasn't gonna repeat itself here as a black and white figure soon loped into the frame. Strangely familiar, like a face she'd forced herself to forget. Putting on an easy smile, her tail wagged high behind her in friendly, if not casual sweeps. Her social skills were a little rusty, but her old mask fit on well enough that a charming shine settled in the pale of her eyes. Undeniably, he was the large and in charge, handsome sort. Exactly her type, if she had one.

"Oh hello." She greeted, offering him a polite head dip, as was custom in some places she'd passed through. Some habtis were worth picking up, others not so much. "I didn't know there was even a pack here. Not the sort to traipse through someone's home, of course, but I got curious." She paused a moment to roll his title around in her head. King of Fenmyre. Fancy. "And I'm Hanako Fatalis, Diplomat of the Armada." She gestured a paw at herself, as though it was self-explanatory as to how she'd earned such a role.

Her icy gaze flicked back to his features, strong lines of black and white. Beyond the appeal of his face and form it really was an itch she couldn't scratch, where had she met him before?

"Say have we met before?"