bring out your dead

Everyone in Tojo-kai had taken a toll from the invasion. Other than a spare few, none had gotten away without a scratch or bite. The youngster was still nursing a few wounds himself when he figured he should get some exercise. It would help his muscles from tightening and getting sore. Making sure to lengthen his stride and keep his body relaxed, Akito seemed to be paying more attention to his movements than his direction.

When the tinge of copper mixed with pack mates hits his nose, he pulls up, head lifting, monochrome eyes shifting about. He had made his way to the bloodied scene of disaster. Hattori, Askell, and Nami stood, looking rather dour and he couldn't blame them. There were many bodies to take care of.

Akito lets out a huff at Askell's suggestion. "Undeserving. Should leave them for the predators outside of Tojo," he grumbles, the agitated note obvious in his tone.