restless tides

Hattori did not appreciate her lip. To some it may seem he had grown more tolerant as of late, but that degree of softness only applied to those in his clan. A woman like her deserved no such thing, not when he knew of the resentment that burned behind her eyes. Knew of the grudges she no doubt held, would always cling onto the moment she saw a koi wolf such as himself. And perhaps she had every right to feel that way, but Hattori couldn't allow such a line of thought to take root and fester like an infected wound. What was done was done, there was a reason for everything. Two sides of every conflict.

He blinked slowly, his expression cold and aloof. The furthest one could get from friendly, without being outright hostile.

"Tell me what I need to know." He demanded, wanting her to spare him the fluff. He didn't intend to linger on the past any more than he needed to, but he knew the mountain wolf wouldn't agree with such a notion. As ancient as stone, histories ran deep and resentment deeper still.