Warui shirase

Koi wolf howls were like that of any other, a howl. And yet it was easy for Hattori's ears to notice that the voice calling for him was from a native from Nihon. There was a familiar lilt in her voice, a certain tone that came with the low and soft nature of their language. He pushed his way through the thinner bamboo shoots, ears perked as his brows furrowed, wondering who it could be. As he emerged from his bamboo fortress he slowed to a standstill as his silver gaze, glowing in the shade roved over her form. Her monochrome form did not spark sudden recognition in the Kaicho, but there was a niggling thought that he knew this woman, even if only in passing since he had met and known so many back then. Pondering on it for a moment longer, he offered her a shallow nod in greeting. She had the perfect mannerisms of a true lady, held herself with dignity without coming across as too prideful. Even with her bandages she had an air of grace to her, certainty in the path she had decided to take.

"I am Hattori, Kaicho of Tojo-kai. What do you need?" For he assumed she had sought him out for one reason or another. He had a feeling what she wanted of him wasn't material, but if she wished to converse then he was content enough to listen.