A change in perspective

Hattori's ears tipped as he heard a call weave through the strands of bamboo, easily penetrating the depths of his home with a polite call for his attention. He wondered who it could be as he meandered through the pathways and corridors with ease, not even needing to pay heed to the markers and little lanterns that guided those who might find themselves a little turned around. There was a comfort in the familiarity of this place, a sense of home Hattori hadn't found anywhere else, territory aside he could see why wolves got attached to their pack lands, how the scenery could reflect the nature of the pack itself. Hattori soon found himself close to the edge of the bamboo, where thinner sprouts grew at an alarming rate, joining and adding to the fortresses walls. The bamboo in Ashen had never grown as well as it did here, because it was something in the soil?

Stood respectfully just outside of his borders was Artorias, a wolf he had not expected to venture this far south.

The Kaicho stepped up and nodded in greeting, head dipping, ears remaining straight as his gaze dropped for a moment, before rising once more. Though the pair did not know one another on a personal level, Hattori had always respected the man since his showing in the Ashen verses The Hallows friendly raid. He had fought well that day and had the makings of a capable leader, a role he was well suited to, it seems. Not only that, but he had come baring gifts, goods no doubt crafted and made within the Hallows borders themselves.

"Hello Artorias." He greeted, somewhat stiffly. He'd been using the common tongue a little more lately, so it wasn't his inexperience of language. Rather, he was a little unsure of how to go about this. Visitors of his rank were few and far between, understandably. "Is the Hallows well?" It felt like the right question to ask, though he suspected if things were not good he would not be the first wolf Artorias would come to if seeking help. And understandably too.