traditional crafts and tuesday afternoons

There was plenty of plant growth here, both above and below water. He knew the pack's healers frequented this place often, but he was somewhat surprised to see Kiriko out in the open. From what he had observed, the woman seemed to shy away from wandering too far from the safety of the bamboo. And that was fine, he had no outright issue with it and yet seeing her out here gently plucking the lilies made him wonder if she'd had a change in interest, perhaps had gotten a little more bold despite how she still clearly held her cards so close to her chest.

He wasn't the sort to pry, never would be, but he had always suspected there was something...off about her. Though try as he might, he simply couldn't put his paw on it. It wasn't a matter of distrusting her-not entirely anyway, or else she would not be here- but rather of curiosity. Her story was familiar, so familiar in fact a wolf from Nihon wouldn't think to question it at first glance, but were threats from Nihon truly so close on her trail? Was the danger in her mind as real as she seemed to believe it to be? And surely then, who was she to garner such...persistence? She was of nobility for sure, but would a rival clan truly go to so much effort to seek her out, so far away from home?

"What are lotuses used for?" He asked, as he finally approached. Standing at a conversational distance. She could continue to gather and work, he would not stop her.