Void

With another territory came more land to patrol. Hattori was a man of routines, he started with the Bamboo then worked his way over to the Bay. The water was calm for this time of year as it lapped at the slanted shore, the floating bamboo bridges barely even jostled about as they floated on the surface. But there was movement that grabbed the Kaicho's attention, a dark shape emerged from the water, not half dead but perhaps half alive. Intruders were not welcomed, even in Tojo's less secretive territories and Hattori was keen on driving that point home, he approached all no nonsense and with a furrowed brow, only to slow a little as the wolf's features were identifiable. Recognisable.

Not a welcome sight but a sight all the same.

He stood at a distance, close enough to speak but not conversationally so. They weren't friends or allies last time they had seen one another and absence had not made the heart grow fonder. Or anything really. There was a weakness about her, that stubborn certainty had long since been drained from her and whilst he didn't feel a stirring of pity within his chest he recognised how far she had fallen. Pathetic really.

"You are trespassing." He said in place of greeting, not bothering to verbally recognise her state for now.