spill the tea

Hattori grumbled low in his throat, acknowledging her words with a nod. Though the wolves of Tojo were proud of their homeland, it was at the same time not somewhere they necessarily wished to return to. There would always be stray thoughts that just wished things could have been different, that the storm witch hadn't lost her husband or that her people hadn't been so barbaric, but ultimately it was best to move on. To know the past was set in stone and couldn't be improved, but instead built upon. That the sea could be as kind as it was cruel.

"I trust you." He told her, as Misui wouldn't be within the bamboo if he did not. "I know I am not the most....approachable, but there are good wolves here. If you ever feel unsafe or need someone to talk to, they will listen."