Welcome to the Circus

Kotori’s face had taken the brunt of the recent damage to him.  Between the bite marks along the muzzle and the side of the face, between the jaw and ear, there was no hiding the fight he had been in.  Any injuries Kotori would sustain in a fight to stand up for a cause were ones he could wear with pride.  What showed less was how damn painful his jaw was after that last attack he’d taken.  The jaw wasn’t broken but Kotori would be cautious of any fights he took on for a while, or how extreme any facial expression was the way it strained the damage under the jaw.

Kotori showed his father a small smile as the man moved away from the cluster of wolves he’d been near.  It would have been a larger smile normally but well, it would have hurt more.  He’d visit with his father more at a slight distance later.  Kotori wanted to be seen here as a wolf that could be respected for who he was and not due to the father he’d sit beside. He gave his older brother a quick nod of spotting him as well but he seemed busy with some other issue.  

Kotori had seen Recluse once when he had visited Habari for an event that included a fighting contest but couldn’t say he knew her well.  The other wolf was a complete stranger to him.  The Aramada had been on good terms with Habari and the fighting tournament had been fun but, mostly Kotori went to the side supporting the Habara alpha because of spotting Artorias over there.  Kotori had something to discuss with the hallows alpha.  He certainly seemed popular with several around him, including a strange bird creature oddity.

Venom got a respectful bow of his head with a small smile before moving to sit near Artorias, “Hello Artorias,” Kotori offered politely.  Kotori was not one for bland boring chat and now with a sore jaw was even more directly to the point.  “I planned to speak with Briar on my plans.  I was going to head to the hallows soon.”  It wouldn’t be the same if Briar heard it from someone else instead of her brother from the beginning.  

He could talk with Artorias of future alliance plans as well but more formal talks such as that could respectfully wait until the match was over.  The strange bird creature got another look.  Kotori dipped his head in a generic nod to others around Artorias but with little interest in faces he had no names for.  There was a purpose to who he chose to talk to and an important battle going on which deserved the real intention of the moment.  

"Kotori Fatalis"