bump in the night

Most, if not all, of Tojo knew something was amiss. How could they not? A thick tension lingered in the air, heavier than the summer humidity, more present than the unending sea of bamboo that swayed in darkness. Things were not so dire that he felt as though there were enemies at the gates, but he knew there was something going on out there, an issue that kept skittering out of his reach every time he attempted to have it dealt with. It didn't feel overly personal, so he found himself wondering if the other wolves of Auster were experiencing this? Poking and prodding of their defences, delicate tests that never outright went too far. Calm and calculated, leaving only faint prints and a strange mixed scent in their wake.

The issue confounded him, kept him up late at night, brows furrowed and in a permanent state of what his cousin would consider: grump.

Movement within the bamboo was nothing out of the ordinary, he did not expect his clan mates to hold still and not move a muscle, and yet he found himself following the source. Pushing through the bamboo reeds as he came across Kiriko, not as well put together as he came to expect from her.

"What are you doing?"