Did… she even love me?

Hattori did not wander the gardens often, felt no need to since he knew full well that wolves more talented than himself tended to it. But still, he did enjoy this part of the maze, recognised all the hard work that went into maintaining it. He did not expect to find Jiro at here, at work it seemed, paws muddy as his gaze was averted skyward, the canopy of the maze blocking out a true view of the sky. Thick droplets pushed their way through the leaves, landing hard upon the leaf litter carpet, for a brief moment it looked like the boy was crying. Or if nothing else, the sky was sad for him.

"What is on your mind?"He asked the boy then, moving closer, claws rustling the leaves.