Venison anyone?

Akito's attention was pulled away from his training as the scent of copper tinged the air. His body on alert as he set down the bamboo staff. He takes a moment to scent the air before taking off in the direction that it came from. With autumn in full force and the breeze pulling in from the ocean, it wasn't hard to get to the point where Hattori stood over the deer. Slain and neatly laid on the ground, he noticed how the Kaicho hovered over it. Not that Akito was particularly a curious creature, but he did want to know what was going in case he could glean information from it.

Approaching Hattori, he stood a foot or so from the deer, his gaze drifting from said animal up to the Kaicho. "What shall you do with this?" He asks, his monotone vocals soft in a way that could be compared with the drift of a falling leaf from a branch.