With the Change of the Seasons

Kotori had been cleaning a den meant for guests that was currently empty.  Some dried herbs that left a pleasant scent were placed along the inside walls and he was in the process of putting in one of several polar bear pelts when he heard the call from their borders.  Kotori stepped out of the den, glancing back to it before jogging off to the border.

Kotori recalled the purple wolf from the raid and even before he got close enough to catch her scent it seemed fairly obvious she was related to Manea in some form.  Stopping next to the Avacyn, the horned wolf dipped his head in a formal greeting.  “I’m Kotori Fatalis, Sumatar of Valta,” he greeted Avacyn with polite formality.  He’d seen her but he’d not actually asked her name considering they were in the middle of a raid.  He had thought of fighting her that day but another had gotten to Avacyn first.  

His thoughts had been on Ochitsuke just moments ago and now with an Elyssium wolf in front of him, he couldn’t help but recall the first wolf he had called his princess.  Two black and white beauties, both with perfect demeanor.  Well, it was highly unlikely Avacyn had come here to talk about Iki and certainly not Ochitsuke.

"Kotori Fatalis"