Maybe It's Bad Luck. Maybe It's Fate.

For lack of better words, things had gone south with Kotori. He had made a stupid bet and had lost his pack to another. That wasn't at all the man that Ochitsuki had believed he was. He had let his entire pack down. He had let her down. So, rather than stay and face embarrassment... she left. Without a word to the Fatalis man, she left. Thank the ancients they hadn't had children...

Where else could Ochitsuki possibly go but back to Hattori? With Kotori gone, he was the only familiar wolf on the continent. Ochi, being crafted the way that she was, needed responsibility. She needed a place to belong. She needed to contribute to something larger than herself. And so, she stood at the mouth of the bamboo maze where Hattori Hanzo had laid his claim.

Tipping her head back, the monochromatic woman howled long and low for the alpha of these lands. Then she stood tall, waiting, katana slung over her shoulder like some roving ronan. Hopefully there would be a place for her here. If not... well, she didn't know what she'd do.

"Speech"