pray with hands we don't have

Hattori didn't even need a moment to consider her question, he merely angled a look her way, lids slightly tensed in a knowing squint. He couldn't be any more pragmatic if he tried, things like this made for nice scenery in his mind but little else. And even then this place was too wide and open for his liking, too much empty space with nothing to fill it. Thoughts of pack expansion had appeared in his mind once or twice, but this place wasn't even on the table, not even an option in his mind.

"I suppose the same can be said for torii gates."He mused, noting he saw them very much in the same way. A symbol that made others feel at peace, like they were transitioning from the profane to the sacred.

He missed them in a way, the sleek red paint and earthy smell of ancient wood. Somehow still standing strong and tall. Perhaps it would be worth considering building one at Tojo's main entryway.