~Permission granted from Ali to pp Tori's companions, also this thread is for Yaeume but any other Ashen members are welcome too <3. He is currently on Rekaru Island

His mouth and entire face still ached from when the brute of a wolf had clamped down on him, and then proceeded to drag him across multiple fucking islands, before throwing him into some kind of pit. He'd sulked for ages, unable to speak or even properly chew for days, and then choosing instead not to speak. This was humiliating, and even when he'd been allowed to step free from that stupid pit, these goddamn animals were constantly by his side no matter where he fucking went. Especially the weird cat creature that was far too large for his liking. Laith let out a grumbled hiss at the cat as it stalked past him, almost circling him. He was still unable to really open his mouth very much due to all the swelling and bruising. It almost looked worse now that he had cleaned the worst of the blood off, but if he opened his jaws apart too much, or was too forceful when he chewed his food, some of the wounds reopened and began bleeding again. He was going to have one hell of a set of scars on his face, a constant reminder of that stupid wolf with his stupid horns and his stupid weird claws! Everything was so stupid! He began to walk slowly more inland and away from the beach portion of the island, and away from that damned cat. His feet dragged as he walked, still sulking as badly as ever, and he could hear the cat as it began to follow him. Reaching his limit with the cat, Laith whirled on his back legs to face the cat, and bared his teeth as he snarled at it, giving a quick snap of his jaws. "Fuck off!" Pain lanced through his face at the act, but he didn't fucking care, even as he tasted blood in his mouth from the now freshly opened wounds. He wouldn't attack the cat, that'd be dumb, but he needed to let it know just how much it was pissing him off.

Yaeume walked her way through the Ashen lands, doing her daily patrols and just some exercise. As both a warrior and server she always liked to keep herself in a top shape for anything. And like a shadow, Tsurume walked by her side, holding her katana as always. Being there for whenever she needed to use it. But most of the time she simply stayed in her own affairs. She had just returned from the Ashen tournament, one she lost interest in pretty quick. But well, the past was the past.

Her tail remained even, relaxed. Ears up and about in alert, and so did her ears. And as she crossed one of the Archipelago's bridges, she contemplated the view. But in that moment, her blue eyes felt into an stranger, a wolf she didnt know and it surprised her to find them escorted by the Shogun's servants. Interesting.

She then approached facing the smaller wolf. As she did, she found out this wolf was in a very bad shape. "Woa. Hello there." She greeted. Was he imprisoned? The savagery of his wounds reminded her of Iga's ways to enslave. "Poor thing, what did you do to suffer such punishment?" She asked freely.

"The talking"

He eyed the enormous pink wolf that headed his way, ears flicking back at her relaxed posture and friendly tone. This had to be some kind of fucking test or something, to see what he'd do when faced with someone else from the pack. Laith didn't want to risk angering another large brute of a wolf, so he skittered backwards a little, head ducking as he tucked his tail between his legs. The blood was beginning to clot on his face, but as he spoke he could still feel small twinges of pain. "Shouldn't you already fucking know?" Laith could only assume the wolf that had caught him stealing would've already made some kind of announcement to the rest of the pack, so they'd know what he'd done, but if not then he didn't want to reveal the information willingly. The dog beside the wolf had his hackles raising up in a fluff, particularly at the strange gleaming object in its jaws. If he couldn't even take on one wolf, then two creatures was far too risky, but he gave both of them a sneer as he tiptoed backwards and away. He wasn't in the mood to talk, and unless something was required of him, he'd rather be left to himself to sulk in peace, away from prying eyes and questions he would rather dodge.

Ume wasnt one to lose her temper fast, being overly tolerant with most of what others may throw at her, used to deal with such things, she wouldn't let that break away her overall serene demeanor. She inspected the wolf, who's muzzle reflected some damage, still seemed read and fresh, so she guessed this didn't happen to long ago. Interesting. She didn't acknowledge what this wolf did. If this wolf did something to upset the shugon it may would had been on the man's fault. Perhaps... she could escort him? It wasn't like someone would expect that from her, but as a Genin she would always take the initiative even if she wasn't explicitly told to.

Calm on her posture, she didnt react to the male's rude behavior, it would be a waste of time to do so. Quietly and caring none she would walk behind him, watching, learning. This was her way to get to gather information, subtle but effective sometimes. Tsurume followed too, not leaving her master's side. "Luckily for you I don't. But ill follow you." Not a doubt she would. "Perhaps, I could help you tend to those wounds." Of course. But with a price.

"The talking"

Oh just great. This behemoth of a wolf was going to follow him around to? What god had he pissed off to deserve such a fate, as clearly the cat keeping an eye on him hadn't been punishment enough after the mauling from the other wolf. She stepped forward to keep the same distance between them even as he was trying to back away, and coming to the conclusion that she would keep doing so he flopped back on his haunches with a deep grumble in his throat. Clearly he was not going to get any peace and quiet today, so what was the point in trying. Laith squinted up at her at her proposition, a half glare but also a bit of confusion. And why would she want to do that? In his view of the world nothing came for free, so she would most likely want something from him in return, but he had literally nothing of his own to give her. "Why help me?" He asked with a grimace at the sparks of pain that flared on his face as the healing skin was stretched uncomfortably. What did she have to gain from helping him anyway? He was the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, so helping him wouldn't raise anyone else's opinion of her. Laith chalked it up to that thing where wolves helped each other because it was the 'right thing to do', which in his opinion was unnecessary and only led to being backstabbed.