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Hattori couldn't say he anticipated to hear the language of his homeland flick off the snake's tongue, but despite the hiss in his voice he spoke it well. Easy enough to understand, and his tone was flat, his enunciations in line with what they ought to be. The Kaichoi blinked slowly, dwelling on his words for a moment as he wondered what to say. It wasn't every day he spoke to another species, let alone one that was cold-blooded.
A spark of recognition flickered in Hattori's eyes. He knew of shinobi that instead of fostering roots decided to roam the world, not so much to seek out influence but rather to do what needed to be done. Further afield, where their methods were less known. If the reptile had learned the language in such a manner than Hattori could not help but respect him, it wasn't an easy thing to pick up and he spoke it well. All things considered, even offered a respectful nod Hattori returned in kind. Just a slight dip to his snakeish bow.

If he needed to make a kill to gather the bones then Hattori was fine enough with stepping away to do so.

"This will take but a moment."

As promised Hattori was not away for long. He slipped off to the side, followed the line of the river and quickly narrowed in on something to catch. Rabbits were plentiful across Boreas and thus it wasn't hard to find them, even here. Distracted by nibbling thin tendrils of grass, Hattori snatched it up and swiftly broke its neck before it even had a chance to squeak.

Returning to the snake once more he dropped it on an extended limb of the cactus. In reach for whatever the snake had in mind.