It’s all Greek to me

Errands? This far south? He wondered what matters she'd attended but was quick to brush that line of thought aside, if she did not willingly provide the information then he wasn't going to pry. Not when in the end it didn't really matter, was unlikely to change the standing between the two packs. If there even was one, as of now. Hattori was content to be isolationist, didn't care what the other packs whispered behind his back when they were so far removed from his day-to-day life. Visitors really had to make a trek out this way if they wanted to butt their noses in where they didn't belong, this was where he was meant to be. Apart and yet he still belonged.

He turned slightly and pointed to the distant shadow of the bamboo behind them, tall and looming, the hiss of rustling leaves floating on the wind. A fortress of his very own.

"I claimed the Bamboo and Bay as my own." It was different here and thus exactly why he liked it so. "We do not allow outsiders within the bamboo, but the Bay is available for visitors if need be." That was the closest to an invitation he was going to get.