good potato

A boy, nearly a man. What a weird thought that was. He'd damn near made it to adulthood without anything really awful happening, and here was the Kaicho to celebrate. Celebrate with a dog, even. Tate was grateful, and he wanted to do what he could to show it. It seemed like his siblings were all starting to go off to their own lives, and here he was... still here. Potato wouldn't dwell on that. Not right now.

What did he want? He thinks for a long moment before answering Hattori's question. It's with more thought and care than the typically impulsive boy usually would. This holds weight. It's important. "I want to learn about the other packs. I want to be the one who finds out which are a threat, and which are not worth our energy. I want to know them, understand them, and know how to defeat them." He speaks sincerely, the words hanging in the space between them. Weighted. Heavy. A bit more serious than his usual, the boy looks to Hattori.

"Potato"