Hynm for the missing

Usagi didn’t know his missing packmate very well. Sayuri, her name was - a fine-boned, streamlined koi woman who’d disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared, in the bamboo maze they called home. Where’d she left, the environment was a stark contrast - a smattering of bony pine trees, frosted, frozen earth that felt like sheetrock beneath his feet. And the ever permeating chill that leeched into every cell of his bones. With an involuntary shiver that wrenched down his spine, the Hohei had been at a loss for what to do. Sayuri was more or less a stranger to him, but a close friend of Kuroo’s. His brother was beyond devastated, unable to be consoled. It wasn’t so much her he wanted to avenge, but his grief-stricken sibling. Nobody hurt Kuroo and got away with it. Nobody stole innocent lives, leaving bloodshed and slipping into the mire of fog and snow. Not if Usagi had anything to do with it. He was a hound at Hattori’s discretion, ready to be given orders and standing alert for action. He would do anything his superior asked of him for help.

”Kaicho,” Usagi rumbled as he approached, double-bladed sword sheathed and slung over his shoulder. He hadn’t slipped it off since he’d comforted Kuroo that morning. If the killer was still around - and it was likely they were somewhere in the region - he didn’t mind tracking some trail, or finding some evidence that could lead them to the culprit. Hattori was correct, with only one Tojo wolf missing it wasn’t entirely their problem to take the laws of the land into their own paws. But something had to be done, if not for them but also for the safety of others. Some aspect of that had to be their concern, as well. ”Anything I can do to help?” Usagi inquired, casting a glance to the smattering of blood - sickly crimson amongst dull ochre and ivory landscape. He flicked his gaze back to his leader, ready for anything the larger man asked of him.

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