A new face

Kotori nodded to Sanna’s words as they felt true enough.  Either you could care for yourself you die, at least that was how it should be.  Her irritation at not stating his own name had Kotori’s lip twitch, mild amusement that she spoke of the irritation and that he hadn’t actually given his name sooner.  “Kotori Fatalis,” he responded pride in his own name evident.  

“No, its not a dire wound.” Kotori could scent the blood but it was hardly pouring out of her.  “However, what one can do when needed versus practicality when available are different things.  We will compromise.” Kotori started north, glancing at her again.  “We will get someone to treat the injury and once done go find something worth killing.” The horned wolf watched Sanna for her reaction, “agreed?” Would her pride have her demand they fight nor or would she accept his plans?  

Sanna had shown no interest in joining Valta but Kotori was still quietly determining if she was worth inviting into his pack.  Those who were weak, foolish, or overly prideful without reason were not needed in his pack.  Only those that possessed the right qualities would be admitted into his pack.  Training would be required and there was no reason to waste time on those unfit for it.

"Kotori"