Wet, Slick, And Ready To Go!

Sometimes, the bamboo got boring. Same old stalks, same old grumpy father telling him practice more, do something with yourself. Taking the irritable Hattori's suggestion to heart, Jiro went outside of Tojo territory with his new companion in tow. Though he wasn't quite a year yet, he didn't think anyone really noticed his ventures away from Tojo. There were so many of them anyway that it was hard to keep track.

Really trying not to go too far Jiro finds himself just north of Bent Canyon where the faint scents of the once Norad pack used to live. So this is where Imogen had lived. Jiro feels sad for a moment, remembering the story she'd told him about their family being forcibly pushed out of their home. It was short-lived when his gaze comes across a raft bobbing in the shallows along the shore of a cove.

Ahead of him, a large, large boat rests lopsided in the water alongside the shore of an island. More inquisitive with age and more fearless than cautious, Jiro hops aboard and paddles himself out to the sandy shores of Forgotten Isle. He admires the scenery, walking around, slowly getting hungry. His attention turns to the shallows once more to see if there was anything to fish.

Just as he's about to start, heading toward the water, he notices a familiar maned wolf out on a dock. Wasting no time, Jiro makes his way to Jynn with wagging tail and flopping tongue. "Jynn!" He calls out excitedly. Every time they've crossed paths so far has been to hunt something interesting. "Whatcha doin'?" Jiro inquires as he comes to the end of the dock, head canting as he looks from Jynn to the water below.