lotus silks

Kuroo spent the majority of his time out in the bay. Working, fishing, crafting, sleeping, eating. Though he would come to the maze to see his siblings and Hanzo, he was not one who admired the bamboo like the others. Rather, he often felt lost and small in comparison to the tall reaching bamboo around him. Their green stalks clacked together in the wind and cast long shadows over the ground. Internally, he understood why Hanzo had chosen the bamboo. It made sense. It was the closest thing to home for him and he would not fault the Kaicho for such a decision.

Yet, Kuroo would still prefer the bay. Out there, it was open and breezy. A comfortable place to live his life. He thought about this as he wandered through the maze. Needing to take a load of fish to the larders, he realized that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere. "Saru, were you paying attention?" He asks the small tamarin riding on top of his head. Her squeaks clue him in that she was indeed not paying attention and the end result was Kuroo sighing, rolling his eyes, and taking a second turn down a different path in hopes it would lead him the right way.

Unfortunately, it didn't, but the delicate hum of another caught his attention. Also unlike most of the wolves of Tojo, Kuroo was rather social. He enjoys conversing with others and having company around. Approaching with near silent steps, the only sound being the gentle thump of dried fish against his sides, he scents and sees that it is Kiriko. Glancing in from the entryway to her workshop, he smiles and wags his tail. "Have some time for a snack?" Kuroo asks as he moves fully into the doorway and slips off the bundle of fish he carries before taking a seat.

Kuroo Shima