hold the heathen hammer high

The two men regard one another for a moment, quiet and contemplative, sizing one another up as their silver gazes meet. There was no outright sense of danger in the air, it was clear both men were more than capable of looking after themselves. But to what end? What would it amount to if they clashed? Hattori stepped closer, wide paws smushing the snow beneath his weight. Everything smelled cold here, like the northern chill sunk into everything and not just his heavy bones.

"Hello. You know Celeste, yes?" He said, stating what he'd previously had in mind before. He was unsure of what to make of this stranger, as though they were cut off the same cloth but not quite. Just a little off.