be of use, redeemed and wasted

With a vow to find a ranking for her, Sayuri would hold Hattori Hanzo to his word. It had been a few days since what she felt was a disastrous attempt to get to know him as her alpha. To be fair, she dismissed herself before she could know for sure. She just assumed he had been tired and short with her. Of course, they were perhaps both too proud to admit the truth. She was quite sure if he asked about her sudden departure, she would lie.

It did not still the excitement of potential Tojo-kai events. The culture was important to the wolves here. She would be no different, even if she had perhaps come from a different homeland. So many were linked. She was the odd one out. A single petal in a forest of cherry trees. Sayuri had hunted briefly, bringing back some food for the cache, and then found herself outside her den. She had nothing else to busy herself. The woman lowered herself, half in the den and half out.

Movement did not catch her eye - not right away. Yet she would greet them all the same; warmly.

"Speech!"
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