landlocked school of fish

Kaizen didn't think he was a particularly nosy person, but it was hard to ignore the ground shifting beneath his paws. Tremors so fierce it could be felt all the way at the end of the world, even the bamboo shook- a fortress that was unyielding trembled. Kaizen had to know. And so the Hattori's travelled beneath the red sky, like the sun had been cut open and was bleeding. Their sire had been quiet, not in displeasure but an emotion Kaizen couldn't parse. If he'd known Hanzo better he would have realised it was an inkling of fear. Those who survived the Long Night dreaded its return, even if they wouldn't say as much.

It was only on the way here that he had met up with his kin, a coincidence but not a happy one.

Kaizen paused, brows furrowing. He did not like change and he didn't like this, a whole entire brand of different. Wrong.

"Did Father ever tell you about the Long Night? Is this it?"