Location: Dove Island

The dove's seemed skittish as they perched in the canopies above, cooing and fluttering, as Hattori passed underneath. By now they had long gotten used to Ashen's presence on the island and didn't even flinch at the sight of a wolf, but there was a strange and lingering sense of tension in the air. Something had ruffled their feathers, of that Hattori was certain. He padded his way up the beach, sea water still dripping from his belly as he ventured into the forest, his steely gaze sweeping over his surroundings as he scented the air. Simply put, Hattori knew cat piss when he smelled it. A leopard had claimed the island and that would simply not stand, Hattori would sooner toss it into the ocean than allow it one more chance to steal the prey that rightly belonged in Ashen's stores.

As if sensing the Shinobi's intent the leopard prowled out of the shadows cast by the canopy, hissing as it shot him a scathing stare. Teeth bared and claws ready to scratch. Winter had made the feline skinny and lean, but the blood smeared around it's lips told Hattori it had already made a kill somewhere within this forest. A kill he could claim as his own after he was done here.

Hela was aware of the commotion as she followed Hattori to the island. She was impressed by how he did fighting that tiger and perhaps she could learn one or two new moves. She was too prideful to speak that out loud, but she didnt need to let everyone know. Doing things silently was better, and well she was here now. She noted the dove's concern. Someone else was hunting here, and of course, she wasnt going to let it go away. And whatever it was she could always collect their pelt for trading for other goods. She caught up with the Shogun taking a glance at the feline whose mouth revealed what he has done. Well, she licked her own lips in excitement. This specimen would certainly make a good pelt cape. She looked at Hattori waiting for orders. "Speech"

The Ademe spent his days training or patrolling. He still found the people of these lands strange, with their expressive faces, and restless ways. Hattori was better than most, an impassive sort of wolf. Looking upon the Shogun was almost, but not quite, like finding a piece of home. Perhaps that was part of the reason why he stayed. Now that he had made that decision, he was determined to make himself more than a rank-and-file wolf. He was accustomed to leadership, and he wanted to have his piece in the decisions, to do his part to keep Ashen safe and strong.

Catching the scent of the colourful wolf, he angled his path forward and towards Hattori, catching hints from his body language that something was amiss. Silently, he placed himself beside his leader and the dark-coated female, and looked out into the woods. Catching sight of the hungry leopard, he kept his silence. He would be a piece in the well oiled machinery of Ashen, when Hattori gave the signal, he would join the fight against the intruder.


"Speech"

It didn't take long for his fellow packmates to arrive on the scene. He hadn't called for them but it seemed as though their senses and intuition were just as sharp as his own, as was their willingness to shed blood to defend what belonged rightfully to their Empress. Glancing between them, Hattori said nothing and simply nodded at the cat. His intent clear. Rushing forward, Hattori was quick to block off it's escape route back into the forest as he lunged for it's tail. The cat, having expected a frontal attack, let out a screech in alarm as it wheeled around to slash at the air, warding him off lest he grab a hold. Baring his teeth and not even uttering a snarl, the Shogun was quick to slap its paw aside with his own talons. The cat was thoroughly distracted and it's back was turned, offering Hela and Lament a wide opportunity to land attacks of their own.

She was ready to begin once she was given the chance, her confidence was on the air as always, feeling no bits of fear. Fear was for the weak and a full-blooded Klein like her wasnt a weak. And a prideful smirk and expression were on her blossom pink eyes. But as one more wolf came, one she found pretty she looked at him, and before starting she gave him a wink of her eye and a malicious smile formed just to taunt. But soon she was driven back to the actual business. And finally, Hattori began with the attack, and soon later Hela did. And when the cat had it's back free to attack she didnt waste time and in a vicious attack she aimed to bite on the base of the skull, shaking her head ferociously in the process. She was trained to attack places where a well-given attack could kill. She or course had her polar bear armor on. "Speech"

There was a natural silence between the three wolves, and his eyes lingered on Hattori, reading him for the slightest signal. Movement from the female wolf caught his eye, and he glanced at her in time to see the drop of an eyelid and twist of her lips. Like most wolves in this land, her face was shockingly expressive. He blinked at her once, before their leader nodded to the cat, and led the charge. Skirting around behind it, and grabbing for its tail. The silence was ripped apart by a startled feline screech.

Hela and Lament moved together, charging for the exposed back of the cat. Hela moved for its skull, but Lament didn’t move so far forward. He kept to the back of the creature, prepared to pull it off his team mates if it landed a deadly bite. His paw hooked around its back leg, seeking to knock its balance, and his elongated fangs dug into its rump. The creature was well surrounded at this point by the three Ashen wolves.

"Speech"

Hela as always was eager to spill blood and given the nature of her attack she was quick to gain the leopards interest. It fumbled around, or at least attempted to, and made to swat the Klein away as a scathing look of desperation shone in it's eyes. Given the chance it would flee to the forest and likely scale up a tree so it could not be reached. But with three sets of jaws that was unlikely to happen, Hattori would make it so. Caught on Lament's paw the cat stumbled to the ground and Hattori was quick put his bulk to good use, stepping on it's throat, his talons pierced it's skin and the scent of blood continued to permeate in the air. In the meanwhile he shifted his hind paws, angling his legs out of the way so the cat wouldn't be able to kick him away or catch him with it's slashing claws.