Third time is the charm

Kotori hadn’t expired a winter on his land as of yet and while it was still autumn it wouldn’t be long until the weather changed.  It was anyone’s guess if it would be an extreme one or not.  One thing that was important would be making sure there was plenty of food stashed away in case the winter did get bad.  Kotori had set up some meat to hang over a low flame.  The flames couldn’t reach the meat, but the increased heat and the smoke should cook it so that they could preserve the meat in case of a harsh winter.  Kotori hadn’t tried it this way before but he had heard about it.  The area around the meat was cleared of any leaves or grass that would risk spreading the controlled flames.

Hearing Satira’s call Kotori’s head turned towards the border curiously then to his pets who were both lounging nearby.  “Keep watch over the meat.” His eyes shifted from Splash the snow leopard and up to Fang, his mongoose.  “Watch it, don’t eat it.”  Fang enjoyed hunting but Kotori had a feeling the little killer would enjoy taking Kotori’s food just for the fun of stealing.

Satira was an interesting member of their pack.  She had Fatalis blood in her veins and that meant she was as much of noble blood as any other with their blood, regardless of what name they chose to use.  She was also part dog which was the interesting aspect.  She was family and accorded the same rights and respect as any other member but Kotori still wondered about her father whom he had never met.  What had become of him and did he live up to the honor of helping to further the great bloodline?  Maybe someday he’d ask Satira about her father, or Asla about the dog.  Kotori would likely never admit it but, her dog ears were rather cute.

Making his way to where his niece waited with another wolf who wore a dark coat of black with red.  Kotori jogged over with an easy self-assured gait before slowing to a stop near them.  Kotori gave his niece a small smile, “hello Satira,” the sort of smile he reserved for those he called family then turned his head to consider the wolf she had brought home with him. He was well-built with a confident mannerism.  His first guess was someone new wanting to join but there were other possibilities, some of which could be less pleasant so best to not assume just in case.  “Hello, I’m Kotori Fatalis, Sumatar for pack Valta.”

The horned wolf's gaze encompassed the two together after that quick introduction of himself, “What can I do for the two of you?”  It was certainly true Kotori was likely to be more at ease with a new wolf joining if his own family was going to speak well of them.  Kotori was hoping to bring in more wolves so he was rather hoping Satira had found him another member.  With good size and muscle to him, there was potential in the stranger fitting in well, so long as his attitude and skills were there.

"Kotori Fatalis"