(barely held back thoughts of dog racism)

It was always something. Hattori frequented Auster's beaches often, it wasn't uncommon to find something of interest. Be it a washed up relic from some civilisation he knew nothing about, or a someone who was usually on the brink of death. Today was the latter it seemed, all sodden and a little disoriented. It was clear she was canine, a familiar sort with a curled tail similar to hos own hound except-the bastardisation of koi markings on her coat gave Hattori a reason to pause. How they dripped like ink, rolling down and leaving what frankly looked like a disorderly mess to his pale eyes.

He made a rough hmph sound in his throat, as if considering it was worth testing out his theory. His gaze briefly moved to the shape further down the beach, another dog. A pure breed from the looks of it, her coat clear of- whatever this mess was.

"You understand me?" He asked in his native tongue, his voice a deep rumble. Smoother in intonation than when he spoke the common tongue.