blessed by his hands

Akito doesn't find himself terribly interested in meeting another round of pups. They aren't technically related to him because as far as his mother insisted, Raijin was his father, but Vidarr had and still was there for him more than Raijin could ever imagine or even hope. So instead of going when all the little heathens were awake, he waited. Loitering around the oaks, patrolling the borders as if he had something to do, until night fell and the moon could be seen through the canopy. Once the day had finally gone to sleep, he made his way to the camp. Hattori had mentioned to him the location so it wouldn't be hard to find. Plus the scent of many more wolves than normal was easy to follow.

When he emerges from the shadows to stand in the flickering light of the fire, he watches Vidarr silently. Whether Vidarr notices or not doesn't bother Akito. He doesn't mind waiting. Patience was his true virtue and he could stand as still as a statue for however long was needed. It's not until Vidarr is nearly done picking up the area that Akito clears his throat and comes to sit beside the fire. "Vidarr, seems you've been busy," he comments, a slightly raised brow and gentle nod of his head to the scattered toys and pelts.