History is before us

It wasn’t a patrol so much as roaming a portion of the pack border, enjoying thoughts of the past and plans for Valta’s future. Soon darkness would fully envelop the land but for right now shadows were taking to dancing about the landscape.

Kotori’s nose caught the scent of a wolf, one that was not part of his pack. Quickly he headed toward the scent, slowing a few strides in as the scent of pup came to his nostrils. Some ki had forgotten proper manners it seemed. This wasn’t something Kotori could just approve of but it didn’t seem likely it would be a dangerous enemy either.

When Kotori spotted the pup he felt a different sort of revelation. He’d been young when the mushroom issue had seemed to fill the map. Those days were gone and yet here were the leftover reminders of what had happened. Some things apparently couldn’t be forgotten so easily. Kotori had several bittersweet memories pass through his mind before shifting his full attention to the pup.

With a confident step, Kotori moved towards the young child. Regardless of age, surely she should know the laws of pack boundaries. What parent had let her out of their sight if she was to be so foolish? Kotori stopped in front of Morganna, head arched to add to the effect of looking down on her. She’d also grow up large but for now, she was still just a small child.

“Child, do you know where you are?” The words were formal and tight. What to do. What to do. An adult wolf would have been attacked first and then asked. So, he was already being nice.

"Kotori Fatalis"