Now is the time, Now is the hour

Hattori could not say he was surprised that it had come to this. Celeste, though amiable enough at his borders, clearly lacked the experience and know how of a leader. Wanting a shiny crown wasn't enough to keep it and it had slipped quicker from her brow than Hattori had thought it would. He scanned the shores of the Oasis and wasn't surprised to find his son and his former mistress were nowhere to be seen. The desert was a rough place to settle, and with what little experience and supplies they had, it was no wonder it had all crumbled. That places like this weren't settled for a reason.

As usual, when there were pack claims all the usual faces were here, speaking and gossiping amongst themselves but Hattori couldn't help but note a sense of neutrality to the air. Like no one was overly enthused as to who won or lost. Whether it be because it simply didn't matter to them, or these two figures were equally unknown to them as they were to him was yet to be seen.

The air was too dry for his liking, the sand grainy and rough beneath his paws. But at least there was water to drink and shade beneath the swaying palm trees. He stuck to the edges, chose a palm tree to sit beside as he watched the fight unfold. Just to see. To know.

"Speech"