your brother was a simp. oh and he's missing

Hattori sounded... serious. Not necessarily grave, but he certainly must be asking something of them. Something that would be no small task, judging by the boys that had gathered before the Kaicho. Tate arrives a few minutes after everyone else, an apologetic dip of his head toward the alpha. His apologies for being late. He'd been out by the borders, investigating the scent of a bear that was closer than he'd like to their borders. Tate tried to hide the fact he was out of breath, but fuck, it had been quite the jog to bring him here.

His siblings had begun to leave, starting the rest of their lives and all that. Tate had stepped up within the ranks as well, spending much of his time on the road, collecting what information he could. His return home was supposed to be brief this time, to check on his mother and younger siblings, to relay new information to Hattori. Let him know about the other Auster pack, Ethne. Let him know about the increased aggression from the predators, too. Shit, he should get ma to look at his head injury too, now that he thought about it. Well-- there was time for that later. What news did Hattori have for them? It had to be serious, and for once, Tate is devoid of smart remarks. His gaze rests on the Kaicho, and he waits.

"Potato"