shifting tides

Tojo was more of a familial Clan than Hattori had intended for it to be. His standards had not slipped nor did he think they were at risk of collapse, but his cousin's children now made up a bulk of the pack's numbers. Both children and capable adults alike, they were all his kin. Feeling as though he needed to draw a firm line in the sand, Hattori was quick to seek out his cousin as he wove through the bamboo maze. Ease and comfort in his steps, as though he was destined to call this place his home from the very beginning.

Perhaps everything else that took place prior was just a roadblock, a delay of the inevitable.

It was not difficult to find the Taicho, his white and red dappled coat stood out amongst the towers of green. And yet it felt as though it had been quite some time since they'd spoken last, the new father no doubt had his paws full with his youngest litter. And hopefully his last, for a while.

"Raijin." He uttered in place of greeting, the low and serious timbre of his voice gave way to his intent. He wished to speak, to clear the air, in a sense.