intoxicating insanity

Fuji was pushing it. Though less stringent about the outer territories, Hattori did not want to think strangers could just be let in as they pleased. Arriving a little late on the scene, as he'd been lingering on the western reaches of the maze, his gave flitted between his pack mates, before settling on the outsider. It did not seem like an immediately pressing matter at a glance, but the sooner he got an understanding of what was going on, the better.

He exhaled through his nose, the sand soft beneath his paws, the scent of seaweed and salt strong in his nostrils.

"What is going on then?"