A long time coming

Kotori had seen Mojito when he’d been in the Armada but he’d never spent time around the wolf-hybrid.  Quite frankly Kotori had always been arrogant and interested primarily in the affairs of the other Fatalis and of course Ikigai.  Surely, the child had thought, a canine that was only half-wolf was of lesser status, too low for a prince.  If not for Satira he might still think that way but Satira was an excellent wolf, worthy of her Fatalis blood.

The voice didn’t ring a bell to Kotori and with curiosity, he left a conversation with Fang on snake control and made his way to the pack's borderland.  Even if he had forgotten the man’s voice there was no forgetting Mojito’s sight.   Kotori hopped over a short pool, jogged around a wider one, and stopped near Mojito. “Well,” the large wolf looked down on the smaller, “Mojito?  It’s been a while.”  There was no scent of any other wolf pack on Satira’s father.  What had he been up to?  What had Asla seen in him that made him worthy of her?  Satira turned out well so there had to be something?  That or Satira just took after her mom aside from certain appearance details.

“Is this a social call or is there another matter you wish to speak of with me?” Was he here as a father, hopeful returning lover, or another matter?  Did he want to live with his family again?  Kotori really didn’t know much about the guy.


"Kotori Fatalis"