I Don't Need Your Pity, But I Do Need Your Help

Kotori didn’t need more land to claim as his, not with the current size of his pack.  Kotori didn’t base decisions on what he needed but by what he wanted.  The beach was one spot the wolf had considered wanting to claim in the future.  Perhaps because of growing up in armada with the seas plains he’d gotten used to.  However, he liked this place even better than his childhood home.  The way large animals could be trapped in low tide and become easy food was undoubtedly a nice boon.  Someday he would claim this place and everything the tide brought with it.

Kotori stopped his pace on finding something unexpected in a tide pool.  When Kotori was thinking of the animals he’d found washed in tidepools he hadn’t put wolves in the list of options.  Kotori slowed his stride as he grew closer, not from caution but just taking time to observe the black and white water-logged wolf.  His steps picked up again when he saw her breathe.  

Kotori passed by a sword that probably looked fancy when it didn’t have sand stuck to it and some sort of brown wet seaweed dangling from it.  Kotori had given up the idea of becoming a healer early on in his childhood but common sense advised unconscious wolves shouldn’t be kept in water.  She either needed to get up and walk out on her own or he’d have to drag her.  Cuts were noticed next, but nothing life-threatening.  A cloak was partially attached to a leg, wrapped about to suggest it had fallen and grown entangled.  Who went swimming with their sword?  Who took a cloak in water with them?

Kotori glanced to where the cliffs were and wondered if she’d fallen.  Actually, there were wood pieces here that weren’t last time he visited.  “Can you get up?” Kotori spoke with little care for details of names or how she felt.  First, she gets moved by her power or his own and then he could continue deciding what had happened.  A sword.  Was she a member of the hallows? It wasn’t like Artorias sword.  



"Kotori Fatalis"