(barely held back thoughts of dog racism)

What the man thinks of her does not enter at all into her thought process. Yarou is adjusted to stares, to frustration, to men and women deciding she has an attitude when she merely speaks.

It has rendered her both rather unkind and hard to rattle. The Akita cross glances at her mother at the question and she flares her nostrils.

"Oogami."

Hakki steps forward, offering the Tojo man some crab meat in a shell. She passes over Yarou to do so, but the woman does not so much as blink. "My father is the second son of the Oogami Estate. And yours?"