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Foxes were not uncommon in this part of Boreas, least of all ones of that colouration. The purple eyes were of note though, enough for the Kaicho to spare a look her way. There was not much food to scavenge up this way, as far as he knew of, but plenty of predators much larger than herself, many willing to hurt or kill her just because they could. This was the nature of this world. Not so much Hattori though, he prized himself as a man of purposeful action, a man of reason and thought.

"If you intend to remain here in Boreas," he began, his accent thick. "I would be wary of strange wolves."