hero time? ugh.

Hattori did not guard the borders to the Bay as vigilantly as the Bamboo, but he was aware of goings-on all the same, thanks to the diligent eyes of his eagle companion. As soon as he received the report he was on the move, transitioning from Bamboo to Bay on swift paws. His companion's words were few, offered not a lot to go on and granted very little understanding of what was going on. But from what he'd managed to piece together it seemed as though a tiger was on the loose, that it had intended to attack one of the pups before being intercepted by someone. Someone the bird did not recognise.

That was more than enough to get Hattori to pick up the pace, to push himself hard till he arrived on scene, slightly winded but ready for action, if need be.

The scent of blood lingered in the air, that of feline and wolf, but Hattori was relieved to see Rheum was well. Shooting the pup a look, he would speak with her later, he turned his focus to the injured loner as he splayed out on the floor. For now, he regarded his bird companion once more and sent it off to fetch a water flask and pushed it the stripped wolf's way once the bird returned, talons full.

"Drink. And then tell me what happened. Who are you."