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hattori



Hanzō

Tojo-kai
Kaicho

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Master Hunter (240)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
1225
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,278
player
Ali

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05-30-2022, 08:59 AM
She was slow, methodical in how her line of thought seemed to progress. The silence didn't bother Hattori in the slightest, he welcomed it with open arms, yet when she spoke again her words were expected. Both logical and reasonable, gathering pieces of a puzzle one by one. Her approach was far less brazen than many of the loner's he'd met so far, and though he wasn't fond of back and forth questioning he saw no reason to deny her this. Once he'd been in her shoes, a loner in a foreign land, with only the fur on his back to call his own. Everything else a mystery.

"I am not, and it is fine."  He supposed, his ear flicking slightly at the tip. "My clan is far to the south of here. At the very tip of Auster. Tojo-kai." He told her, no fluff or pomp. "You will find more packs to the north, in Boreas." Practically a whole world away, all separated by the Bifrost. "If you require shelter I am certain someone would take you in."

Did she need it though? Going it alone was difficult for sure, but she didn't seem to be any worse for wear.
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