No strangers here

There was a new scent around Tojo, one Fuji couldn’t quite place. Clearly it belonged, otherwise Usagi would have gotten rid of it by now, so Fuji kept her brows drawn down, hiding her confusion behind a squinty glare, unknowing that if she just went and rolled in the mud, she might be a smaller spitting image of her grandmother.

She had left her bamboo practice sword with that strange statue, and now, she was itching for a replacement. The new stick she carried didn’t have the familiarity of weight and the length was ever so slightly off. It was very much time she went and found herself a trader that might have a proper sword for her to buy (but really, who was going to have one in her size?) Still, it was worth a shot, right?

Her dexterous paws sorted through her personal stash of herbs, a little of this and a little of that that she could spare, the weather would soon grow warmer this far south and they always had plenty of options to restock if needed. Her ear turned as Kenta chirruped to warn her of someone approaching. He didn’t usually bother with the Tojo wolves, they were all family after all. So maybe this was the new one?

“Speech”