Birdies everywhere

It seemed with the sounds of the birds and focusing on his task it wasn’t until the last moment that he noticed the other wolf coming up.  The white wolf had the scent of Elyssium on her.  Kotori regarded her for a moment before nodding.  “Sumatar Kotori Fatalis,” the man responded with formal pride, “and yes, it would be hard not to have an easy time hunting.” He thought of asking who she was but withheld the question, expecting she’d respond after he’d given his own.  

The cape of feathers must have taken a while to make Kotori imagine considering the Elyssium wolf again.  The dagger she wore was an interesting thing to notice.  It seemed lately more and more wolves chose to carry around weapons to wield in their mouths instead of choosing to simply bite the enemy.  Well, Kotori slashed and jabbed with his horns at times so perhaps he wasn’t one to judge.  Still, Kotori enjoyed biting and testing the flesh of his enemy.

"Kotori Fatalis"