Ashes of an Empire

Hattori had only been here once before and even then he couldn't say he'd ventured this far into the castle depths. In all honesty, he had contemplated kindly rejecting Artorias' offer, his disinterest in politics was well known by this point, wars could rage beyond his borders and though he would indeed take notice, ultimately unless someone made it his issue, he would not interfere. But despite the empire's general distaste for Hattori and Tojo as a whole, the Lord of the castle had always treated him with due respect, was it not only reasonable to do return the gesture?

Sending word that he would attend this meeting, Hattori briefly spoke to Akito to act in his stead during his absence, before he ventured north to the Hallowed castle. A long journey for some, but not quite for the Kaicho.

He had never personally met these wolves in question, but he knew the sort. Knew what wolves with an amped up sense of self-worth could do, the harm they could inflict before they were put down like rabid dogs. And they would be in time, it was inevitable, or so Hattori had concluded.

Directed to the council room by one of the guards, by the time Hattori arrived several familiar faces were already settling in for the discussion. He intended to make no promises, but would always make an effort to listen, to consider. The short one who smelled like  Víðarr looked strangely familiar. Modesty and Haydee were known to him, and the oversized, frankly odd looking wolf was somewhat reminiscent of a Fatalis, smelled as though he mingled with them at least.

Moving to sit closest to Modesty-and even then he insisted on having an ample amount of personal space- he offered her a greeting in the form of a head dip. It had been a long while since they had spoken, from her presence here it seemed she had gone up on the world so to speak. His gaze lingered on the map, the centrepiece of the room, an accurate enough rendition of Auster and Boreas, with symbols indicating where packs had made their claim.

Introductions would be made later, once Hattori had surmised no one else was coming. He did loath repeating himself.