cashing in my bad luck

If nothing they could agree on this, that if other packs strove to emulate cultures from far away lands then why couldn't they? Ashen had been such a strange amalgamation, old and new struggling to blend together till it formed something that didn't belong to either the koi wolves, the Abaraxas or the Kleins. It just was, constant and slowly stagnating, like a lake that was no longer being fed by a river. But the image Hattori had formed in his mind was something that was solely theirs, a true home away from home. What all koi wolves needed whether they realised it or not. He would show them, both his kin and the world at large.

The ghost stepped closer and Hattori did not shift from where he stood.

"Hattori." He then told her, as was all she needed to know. "And you?"