Saving the damsel in distress

The earthen brute seemed excited at the prospect of war coming to his door. Ochi arched a brow in amusement. A war clan, was it? Well, wasn't that fortuitous? Fate had delivered her to a pack of fighters, if Kotori was to be believed. She had no doubt that the man knew little of the tactics and skill of the warriors of her homeland, but she also knew little of the ways of this land. It would be wrong of her to doubt the man's skill and she would do nothing to harm his pride, so the fae nodded in acceptance.

Kotori offered her refuge in his home and Ochitsuki's soft ears shifted towards him once more. She wasn't in very good shape and the knock to her head had really rattled her. A warrior in her own right, the fae knew that she needed rest and recuperation, especially if she was going to make the journey south to find Hattori Hanzo.

Another word from the horned man and Ochi found that she was rather amused by his ways. He called her by her title and was very respectful. The man offered to take her somewhere safer where she could be dry and rest. He even offered her a shoulder to lean on while they walked. It was a kindness that she hadn't been expecting, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. The monochromatic woman bowed as deeply as she was able to. "Thank you, Kotorisama. I accept your offer of sanctuary." The woman then rose slowly to her paws and stepped closer to the larger wolf. She didn't lean on him as he offered, but she walked close, ready for him to catch her if she stumbled. Her pride demanded it.

"Ochitsuki"