who are you?

Shoving her over, Kaizen exhaled sharply, panting slightly as he stared down at her, not entirely sure what to do now that he'd bested the girl. Call for reinforcements? He was a good boy and abided the rules as any good Hattori should, but at the same time this was a matter he'd dealt with. On his own, with no help needed. He felt an aching desire, or maybe his scruff just hurt from where she'd bitten him, to handle it himself. To prove that he could and was wholly capable of whatever tasks be set before him. Their sire hadn't even uttered a whisper of who would inherit Tojo one day, but should the mantle be passed onto him, he wanted to be ready for it.

"You shouldn't be here." He tried to sound firm, mimic that air of seriousness that Hattori pulled off so flawlessly, staring down at her with his "three" eyes. More like two and a bit really. "Stop acting like you should."