silence is golden unless you have a toddler

All Hattori knew was that this place once belonged to Valhalla, evidently no longer. He paused, unsure what to make of the scents marking the border, most unknown to him, but somewhere in the recesses of his mind, something familiar many years ago, caught his attention. One of Toxicity's children. She had washed ashore in the Bay and instead of taking her in for old times sake he had cast her out, where she'd gone after that was unknown to him. It wasn't as if he had taken her side all those years ago and too much had changed since then.


He exhaled, brows furrowing slightly. This was Raiders territory, wolves he wasn't entirely keen on. He ought to leave.