moon at twilight, a cluster of petals

Hattori's den lay deep within the maze, hidden around corner after corner, where the bamboo grew its thickest. He liked the darkness of it, the seclusion and solidarity. Like the whole world was kept at bay, never to slip past his fortress walls. Visitors to his den area were few and far between, but not wholly unwelcome. As the leader of the Tojo can he had to be accessible, should anyone reach out for his assistance he would help if he was able. And so when he heard a set of small paws approaching, Hattori paused as his ears flicked to attention. His poetry could wait, he was in no rush anyway.

Stepping to the entryway of his personal space, lined with two thick and looming trees, like a doorway, he caught sight of his newest clan mate.

"What is it?" He asked, to the point but not unkind.