As Venom's shinobi Hattori's word weight more than most, as did his judgement. For the most part he'd given Hela's den a wide birth, her business was her own and he was hardly the sort to stick his nose where it didn't belong. But being his vigilant self-Venom's eyes and ears- he was quick to notice that Ashen's newest members had ventured out of the den. Again, it wasn't his problem nor did he have any interest in taking up the duty of pup sitting but he found himself a touch curious as to whether they had any potential. He'd heard and seen proof that the litters that had come before were pampered and bratty things, but even he noted it was unfair to brand Hela's kin just like that. They were children-Hattori had to reserve or at least soften his judgement for now.

Instead he strode with purpose through the trees, ears tipped forward as he listened to the cool autumn breeze rustle the empty branches above. He would find Hela's lot for an initial impression and leave it at that, perhaps even report his thoughts to Venom later if she cared to hear. She'd shown some interest in her cousins when she'd first visited the other day so he assumed that would be the case, but as ever Hattori never held his breath.  

Malachai was busy chewing the ever-loving heck out of the lizard carcass he'd found... well it hadn't been dead when he'd found it but a few hearty stomps and some vigorous shakes, once he'd gotten it into his mouth, had been all it took. Now he was gnawing on the tail, the lizard propped between his forepaws as he chewed. He had already gotten used to eating solids and it felt like he was almost always hungry, which had more to do with being an already large puppy who was growing rapidly. The boy was growling lightly as he chewed, amusing himself with the threatening sounds he could make as he chewed. In truth the young Klein was already learning to tune out the movements of the adults in the pack, unless they addressed him directly they were usually just annoyed by any interactions he initiated and he was just as happy to be left to his own devices. "Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"

Panic herself was on her own stuff, just watching her brother chew on a poor victim. But as she watched him, she said nothing as she didnt feel like doing so. She stood up and walking past her sibling she looked her head out to see someone coming. Eyes narrowed on the male."Hi?" She said having no respect as she approached and took a few sniffs without asking for permission. Why should she? Unlike her brother she didn't have trouble with talking to adults why couldn't she? "Who are you?" "speak"

Hattori didn't have to search for long. The first pup he came across was far too busy to pay him any attention just yet, chewing away at a lizard with his pinprick teeth. Though the shinobi's memories of his childhood were few and far between he imagined he'd acted in a similar manner, overly eager to put his pinprick teeth to use on whatever he could get his paws on. Be it dead or alive he likely chewed it. But that was about where their similarities ended, Hattori had stolen a brief glance at Hela and it was quite clear to see that this little one didn't take much after his mother. The streaks of blue that slashed his coat were vibrant, reminding the shinobi of the glowing firefly squid that sometimes washed ashore back in his homeland.

He didn't introduce himself or intrude of the boys chewing fest and had rather intended to push on but the second pup that entered the scene was clearly the talkative sort. Or perhaps it was a little early to expect manners just yet, she would learn in time. Of that he'd make sure. Despite himself his nose twitched, as though he wanted to wrinkle it. Hattori turned and cast his slate gaze down, it was cold but not unkind. In terms of looks she was a grey smudge, as though she'd rolled around in volcanic ash and her eyes were a sharp blue. As though she'd snatched the colour from her siblings pelt. They were only children after all, and if nothing else they were Venom's cousins. He wouldn't coddle them but he had no reason to be cruel either, not that he had a taste of those sorts of things.

"Hattori." He answered with an open level of disinterest."Ashen's shinobi." And then he paused, as if remembering something. He'd briefly mentioned this to the empress before, he didn't imagine she'd take issue with him pushing this ahead. He cut to the chase. "Soon there will be a fight training session for the Empire's newest additions. I expect you both to be there."

Malachai mostly ignored Panic's presence, he'd already been berrated for playing too rough, which he was pretty sure was just his siblings being whimps. But his ears perked as he heard his sister asking about someone and he tilted his head to keep an eye on the man and his sister. He wasn't about to let anyone hurt her, even if they weren't exactly super close. And then the man, who called himself Hattori, said the magic words. Malachai's lizard was all but forgotten and his little paws were carrying him right up to the man. Eyes wide as he looked up at him. " 'S a Sinobi a fighter?" He bounced his weight from paw to paw, performing that little puppy dance of excitement. "Can you teach us to fight?" "Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"

Her sharp gaze was stuck into the male as he was easily the first wolf she met outside of her mother and siblings, and instead of being afraid she was triggered to know more. She was growing the nature of someone who wasnt afraid of speaking out even if she shouldn't, mostly when there was something she wanted if she wants it she will do whatever she could to obtain. But this young she lacked the intelligence to do so in a more skilled way. But at this point, she had time to do that. She stood before him unafraid, looking up to his eyes coldly and showing no motion to back off. She didn't have to, what could she lose? Soon the male now named Hattori expressed that a training session was to come soon and that made the girl's insides burn-in excitement. She wanted to learn how to get others under her paws, she inherited her mother's thirst for power and rising above others. She turned her attention to her brother who asked. "I am also interested in learning to fight." "speak"

Hattori rumbled in acknowledgement, deciding to forgo the finer details of his profession for now. If the child cared to learn the ways of his trade he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, but for now it seemed best to stick for the basics. The fact the young pair were ready and willing to learn was a good sign, leading Hattori to think the sooner they got a head start the better, besides it wasn't as if he had anything to do right then. He had time. Stepping forth, Hatori glanced between the two pups with a hint of a thoughtful brow gracing his brow, not entirely sure where to start. He'd started training from a young age-perhaps a little too early- and thus he couldn't quite recall what those early lessons consisted of.

No matter, this lesson didn't need to be physical, getting the children to think about methods and techniques seemed like a worthy use of time. After all, knowing where to strike was equally as important as good posture and footwork. Arguably more so, depending on who you asked.

"Very well." With a flick of his snout, he gestured for them to fall in line before him. "Tell me, where does it hurt the most to be struck or bitten?"

Malachai grinned at Panic as she indicated she was interested as well, much as they annoyed him sometimes he did genuinely like his siblings, even if it was frustrating to be banned from playing with them. He wasn't totally sure what the man's gesture meant, staying where he was but straightening up at least. The man offered them a question and the boy furrowed his brow. Finally he offered an answer: "Stomach?" He'd been kicked by Bella there once and it had left him winded and wobbly, then even quicker this time jumped on the tail end of his own answer. "Balls!" He'd been kicked there too once, and that one had hurt even more! "Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"