Tea time for the last time

Hattori did not mind the silence, he considered time spent with a pack mate in silence was did not go to waste. But in this instance he noticed Tenshi was struggling to verbalise her thoughts, that he had been right in assuming something was in fact wrong. After all, why would it bother her so? The Kaicho did not push or force her to speak, only listened as she pressed through her uncertainty with a voice that was soft as mountain lichen, barely clinging on. He knew her kind, that she held the mountain rises in her heart and that she always would. It was in her DNA as much as Hattori's own culture and identity was. She wanted to return to what was natural to her, with Vidarr Trygg.

Her desires were understandable, but Hattori felt annoyance stir all the same. The mountains could not be brought to Tojo so she wished to leave, but Hattori could not say he appreciated the man poaching his kin like this. Vikings were known to have a habit of taking what did not belong to him, and whilst Hattori certainly did not see Tenshi as a thing, he was offended all the same.

And to think they had understood one another, once.

"I understand. I will not keep you here against your will." Hs said, ears flicking and his tone a little colder than usual, eyes a little narrower. "I would like to speak to Vidarr first."