Lost Boys

There was someone here who didn't belong. Perhaps a Pirate who hoped to pillage whilst everyone was distracted? Either way it didn't matter much to the Kaicho as their aimless wandering made it clear they had no idea where they were going, that they wouldn't get anywhere at this rate. This way and that, they retraced their steps only to venture off into a disused storage space, only to get confused and end up walking in a wide circle. Hattori almost pitied them, could see the depth of their paw prints, how their pace had dramatically slowed.

That he was getting closer.

He found them, whoever they were, hunched over as they gasped for air. His coat was splotchy and dappled, looking remarkably similar to a wolf he didn't like very much. And yet he was tall and muscled, reeked like a Pirate-naturally- and clearly had all the wits of one too.

Koi or not he had broken a rule Hattori took most seriously, one he couldn't just let slide. But what to do with him? Hattori was unsure, pale brows furrowed as he thought about it, stepping closer till he had the Pirate cornered. His back to the bamboo walls that surrounded this dead end.

"What made you think coming here was wise?" He asked, a voice a deep rumble in his throat. Displeasure evident in his narrowed squinty eyes.