A long time coming

Kotori had no idea what sort of relationship Satira had with her father.  Good or bad terms?  Regardless, there was a wolf, well, part wolf at his doorstep and asking to join the pack.  If Asla truly had suggested he join then Kotori saw no reason to decline it.  He’d ask her later but doubted the wolfdog would lie about such a thing.

There were steps farther back that never fully finished approaching.  Kotori’s head turned to spot where Satira was watching.  She didn’t want to join in on the conversation yet, eh?  Turning his attention back to Mo he could only guess at the emotions both were having.  “You can join Valta.  I respect Asla so if she feels you can fit in here then I’ll respect her opinion until proven otherwise.” The words were kept formal.  “You will start with the rank of Alkaa.  Basically ‘unranked’.  Get yourself settled, and find a den.  Make sure you have a good understanding of the rules.  Then, you can prove your abilities to me and we can see about promoting you into a specific field.”

Satira could cut in whenever she liked but Kotori wasn’t going to pull her into the conversation.  Let her consider matters as long as she wanted first or maybe her father would try to approach her.  Joining Valta was business Kotori was part of, father and daughter relationship was not.  Well, unless Mo upset her, and then Ko might have business in it.

"Kotori Fatalis"