(barely held back thoughts of dog racism)

An empire? Not quite, but it was a kingdom of his own making. Founded by his very own paws, his legacy set in stone and propped up by no one else. Her blunt way of speaking was not entirely unexpected, though admittedly he hadn't spoken much with her kind. Even his own companion who had served him for years did not speak much, seen but not heard unless spoken to. He could not say he outright disliked hounds, they were an integral part of society, but they weren't equal, not there at least. And here? Most hounds he'd met served as companions, so the expectations seemed similar both in Boreas and Auster, valued but not on the same level as wolves.

"I am the Kaicho of Tojo-kai." He confirmed, falling silent for a moment before speaking again. "And what did you do?" Because he was curious, she was unlike most dogs he had met. She had a roughness to her, a sense of frustration she struggled to hide.