GET THIS SHIT OFFA ME

With the change of the season and spring on its way in, Jiro was leaning into the healing side of learning. Hunting would take a back seat until spring babies had grown a bit and now that it was the perfect time to plant and tend to the gardens, it would be where he stayed most of the time. With his mother at his side, her gentle guiding ways showing him patience and humoring his lazy mannerisms, Jiro was able to learn quite a bit. She even began to warn him of the dangers of different parasites since their appearances were growing in abundance throughout the foliage of budding plants. Nasty bugs that had to be taken care of before they grew in numbers.

The pup was on his way to the gardens that morning when he crossed his father's path. Hanzo had a look upon his face that clearly stated something was wrong, more wrong than the normal scrunch of his father's brow. Stopping, he looks up at his father, a slight tilt to his head, eyes though not wide still held a curious glint to them. "Did you get bit on the butt or somethin'?" Jiro asks, though informal, he still speaks Hanzo's preferred language, Nihongo. He can't help but hide the humored smirk even if he does stop himself from chuckling.