Damn porcupines

Hattori did not get visitors often, least of all to the Oaks. He had not expected to see Identification this soon, but he supposed he had told her to visit if she needed anything, so he couldn't entirely act as though such a visit was entirely uncalled-for. He'd happened to be in the area when he heard her call, approached soon enough to see the tan of her pelt through the trees, a colour that stood out amongst the natural foliage native to this part of Auster.

He noticed she smelled...different, as if some sort of plant or extract had been applied to her somewhere. And it was then he noticed her muzzle, she had been wounded?

"What brings you here?" He asked, blunt but not unkind, curious in his own way.