the house / a heartbeat

It was a fair distance from home, but Hattori liked this place. He held fond memories here and the warmth of the water always did well to soothe the ache of old injuries. It was a common practice back in Nihon, one he was eager to continue experiencing though he was still so far from his homeland. He did notice a strange wolf skirting around the area, pelt marred with lines and markings he would never be able to discern himself. Her scent was somewhat familiar though, she reminded him of the Viking, Víðarr and likely had a voice that was just as strange and rumbly to his ears. He lingered there in the water, comfortably submerged and easily within sight, though his smell was likely masked. It appeared as though she was busy, gathering plants for Heiðinn's stores. He would not bother her then.