who are you?

Kaizen wasn't sure how he felt about the strangers in Tojo territory. Naturally, Hattori was okay with it or else they would have been cast out a while ago, but it still rubbed the pup the wrong way. They hadn't tried to step inside the bamboo and wisely too, but they were still too close for his comfort. Home was where his family was, folks he was comfortable to just have around and not have to worry what they were up to. He was sheltered and liked it that way, if Tojo as a concept didn't work, then why had they lasted so long?

He pushed north into the Oaks, following the scent trail of the newcomers, those who didn't belong. Little did he know Tenshi had lived here for a time, that she was even from the same homeland as his sire. Same, but different. And the scent trails he found reflected that, rock and stone, almost a taste of bitter cold clung to their coats. He wrinkled his nose, expression smushing into a not quite grimace. The trees were crowded here, but still there was more open space than what he was used to, the tree branches long and reaching as the sky above shifted darker. Rain clouds settled in again, it rained so often it was easy for him to think the world was always like this, grey and dull, the ground churned mud.