Friendly visit

All things considered, Hattori was welcoming enough towards visitors. By no means was he personable in his old age, or even before he got all old and grey at the muzzle, but he rarely took issue with those who found their way to his borders. Those who trespassed were quickly and rather callously shown the door, but everyone else was tolerated. High praise coming from Hattori.

Still, he found himself curious as he approached, catching the scent of a fresh kill on the breeze. Slowing to a walk as he shouldered his way through the thinner reeds of bamboo, he caught sight of the visitor. Pale coat accented with darkened ends, like spilled ink. Hattori's gaze settled on the doe briefly, could read the room well enough to take that it was a gift, a well-intentioned meeting already started on good footing.

"I am Hattori of Tojo-kai." He introduced, a slight head nod as was customary. "What do you want?" Blunter than most wolves would probably appreciate, but it was an earnest question, on the nose but not intended to be rude.