Again

Hattori spent much of his downtime here, amongst the shadows of cats, in front of the slow trickle of water. It was peaceful here, picturesque without seeming out of place, like it had been plucked from one place and dropped here, just because. Everything felt right and at home, undisturbed by strangers, outsiders and newcomers alike. In time, he imagined someone else would discover this place and rather than want to covet it all for himself, even he realised it was a location to be shared. Not something anyone wolf could stake a claim on, stamp their paws and tell everyone else to get out.

He moved slowly, ears flicking as he took in the sounds that surrounded him. As quiet and as relaxed as he was, he still felt the usual tick beneath his skin. The urge to do something productive, to take action in a place of peace even just this once.

As though reading his mind, he heard the patter of paws on lea flitter. Someone was coming.