i could never tate you

Hotate was getting more used to the other young ones as time went on. He was still maybe a little sour but that was just him. He still liked to wrestle and play games sure, but for the most part he liked his personal time to himself. How often was that? Not very often. But to his little young mind it felt like a lot of time, or enough at least.

While he was out exploring the new lands of Ashen, he came across his sister before she started practicing that silly little growl of hers. He had a silent chuckle to himself as he witnessed, but he wouldn't condemn her for it. Not too much for now at least.

Without much warning he approached her more, not making himself well known other than the sound of his paws and voice when it rang out, "Got'ta be tougher than that." Maybe a little tease, typical. He'd let out his own little snarl out into the ravine. It wasn't much better being the little boy he was, but he sure thought it was. He looked back to Maki with a smirk, waiting for her to give it a go again.

"Hotate"