somewhat overdue

Hattori knew of his grandchildren, both Ikigai and Kuroki's. Objectively speaking, he was not a good Father to his first set of children, and so by extension he wasn't much of a grandad either. But after meeting her at the Hallowed council, he supposed he was...curious, if nothing else. Awfully young to be representing the Vikings as heir, but capable at least to some degree, from what he'd observed that day. Hattori hadn't yet heard of the change of leadership, or even the nature of the pack itself, but if nothing else he would learn that today.

Winter was cold and harsh here, his coat clearly not suited for this climate and the brisk mountain air. He exhaled, the air clouding around his muzzle as he looked up at the foggy mountain paths and peaks. He had brought his children to the monastery that resided at the top once, long ago.

Tilting his head back he called out for Delphi, not yet knowing quite how much things had changed around here.