thinkin' deep thoughts

Hattori could not say he had performed his best, but like all clans they worked together and managed the situation as a pack should. Things were being dealt with, territory borders re-established, remarked whilst his companions spread out the Bamboo and Oaks to ensure no stragglers had managed to hide away where they were not welcome. Leaving Hattori to attend to the Bay. He did not mind and in fact found himself appreciating the sea air as it filled his lungs, soothed away the niggling annoyances that lingered in his mind. It was then he spotted Kuroo and Hattori swiftly decided that this area was clear, that a fisherman with senses as sharp as his didn't miss much at all.

The Kaicho approached the dappled fisher wolf. In a way, the Bay was his territory more than it was Hattori's. Near everything they had set up here was looked after by him, from the floating bamboo bridges, to the nets, to the storage facilities and the equipment for salting and drying excess fish. He ran this place nearly as tightly as Hattori organised Tojo-kai itself, it was easy to recognise it as Hattori took a moment to look at the world around him.

"Is there anything you need help with?"