won't give a damn when the gales are done

Hattori had been tracking a stray loner north, they'd been sniffing around the Bamboo more than he was willing to tolerate. Of course, he was well aware of the fact nomads would always pass through, that it was impossible to make note of every wolf that roamed either Auster or Boreas, but those who stuck around tended to give borders a wide berth. For all he knew, they could have been another scout for those who would do Tojo harm, so of course he had to investigate, to end their lives before any reports could be made, if need be.

And yet he didn't come across any shadowy figures, instead a wolf dappled with greys, pinks and blacks. Somewhat familiar, he supposed. She was seemingly busying herself with exploring the area, but Hattori had questions and was intent on asking them.

"Have you seen a loner pass by? Dark fur. Does not seem to know their way around."