to summarise

Jiro probably was taking the disappearance of their mother the hardest. Not that she was actually present for their lives so far, but he felt a closer connection to her than he ever really did with their father. Which wasn't due to anything other than his own personality being a striking difference in comparison to the stoic and brooding Hanzo.

Since the noticeable stretch of absence where Kiriko was no longer returning at night or during the day, Jiro found himself spending more and more time in the garden or outside of pack lands. Hunting with Jynn or hanging with Imogen seemed to fill his days enough that he could avoid the duties he should be tending to. Especially with winter arriving, the plants would soon need to be stripped and there wouldn't be any garden to tend to. The thought of the dying plants only dampened his spirit as he sat staring at them.

When his father's howl echoed through the bamboo, he turns his chin to slowly peer through the shadows. Should he even care to attend? Perhaps it was better to listen when called for. No sense getting into trouble. With a sigh, Jiro stands, nearly to full his height now, and makes his way somberly through the bamboo pathways. It doesn't take long for him to arrive, but already Kina and Asahi sat before their father, waiting patiently. Please that Kina was feeling better, Jiro makes sure to give her a playful shoulder bump as he passes before plopping himself down beside Asahi. Scooting his butt as close as he can until he's practically sitting atop the smaller girl, he gives her a cheeky grin. Sad or not, Jiro was going to always be Jiro.