ruminate on these stones

"Hmm." Hattori acknowledged, understanding her logic to some degree. And yet he imagined that many would take her submission as a show of weakness, that many were not nearly as tolerant as the Kaicho ended up being. Perhaps he wasn't a good man, but he prided himself in being a reasonable enough one, predictable in that as long as he and his kin were left alone he was content to remain out of whatever drama was taking place in the world. Perhaps some saw that as weakness, an old man set in his ways, but Hattori knew better. Or at least he thought he did.

Her next question had him blinking slowly, his gaze flitting over her form once more. If she thought his horns were overly unusual then he idly wondered what she would make of the wolves with wings, not common of course, but not unknown to roam Boreas.

"They are a common trait in my bloodline." It seemed dominant to an extent as many of his children had inherited them from him, but not so oppressive that all had them. "Many wolves here have…features you would find on other creatures." He himself also had eagle like talons on all four of his feet.