whatever you say, boss

There was just so much to do, too much for the diplomat's tastes. The new Armada was all hustle and bustle, things being moved back and forth as the pack's infrastructure was laid back into place. Piece by piece. She knew she was expected to play her part but...made a point of skirting around her duties, watching the others work as though she was some supervisor. Put your back into it! No no, that shouldn't go there. Sort of deal. She'd spotted Ophie plodding away, out of sight and mind, and though they weren't alike at all...it was sort of relatable in how they both were put off by this massive change. Nothing would be the same from here on out, they both knew it.

Pausing, Hanako took a moment to pretend to examine a pile of bedding tucked to the side of a cavern. Waiting to be moved. Her nails clicked against the old stone floors as she shifted her weight, considering as she tilted her head. It looked soft and cushy enough, she'd need far more than this to make her own den as comfortable as she deserved, but it'd be a start. Better than nothing.