Name Of The Game

Kotori lay in the mangroves, appearing calm and passive tonight. With the sun beginning its descent the first of a few fireflies had shown up. The valta leader remembered when he was much younger and he’d been out here with Mortis. Abnormal fireflies had been all about the mangroves. Of course, it had gotten much worse then and had created a much bigger stream of events. For now, though, the fireflies offered pleasant memories and he chose to just spend a bit of time enjoying thoughts of those old days in these bugs.

The scent of another wolf took away the chance for his mind to just wander. Scenting the air he recognized the scent as a wolf he’d once seen before. This was like a backdoor to a portion of Valta Kotori didn’t call out or challenge them but he remained silent with ears up listening.

"Kotori Fatalis"