spill the tea

Strength came with time she knew that. Tiny misui had gotten rid of the patches on her fur. More well fed than she had been in her entire life. However, she was still skinny. Finding it hard to take when she had grown to know such famine. These wolves were strange despite them reminding her of the islands she had escaped from that stormy night.

Carefully she picked her way to the call. Confusion on her features as she noticed the mats and tea. Heartbreak clutched her a bit, she remembered being revered by their leader. Coddled, trained to sacrifice others. Carefully she sat in front of the large man. Awkwardly not knowing what to do. "Hanzo." she greeted with a dip of her head.