expectations

Slowly but surely, Tojo was falling into line. Organising everything was Hattori's- and presumably, everyone else's- least favourite part, but it needed to be done. After all, what was a pack without infrastructure, everything neat and orderly, efficient as it ought to be. But now that things were settling, Hattori thought it prudent to test the waters, so to speak. To see where the warriors stood.

Weaving through the bamboo, Hattori took twists and turns and came to a stop at a natural dead end of the maze. The ground was level and clear, a training area in the making. It still needed more work of course, Hattori envisioned racks for equipment and some water containers to drink from but for now it would work just fine. Standing in the centre, his talons dug into the soft ground as he rolled his shoulders. For once, it had stopped raining, but even if it was the thick canopy above of leaves did well to keep the maze mostly dry.  

Tipping his head back, he called out for Usagi. He didn't know the boy very well yet, but given he was part of the family-even if quite far removed- Hattori expected he had some sort of natural talent. Or at least a drive to better himself as a Hohei.

"Speech"