He had left Hana looking after the troublemaking pups. His poor Diplomat was likely overrun by this point. He knew she would be lucky to still have her ears and tail attached. He ducked us head inside the den and found her entertaining the little ones. Strabgely enough, she seemed to have all her limbs attached. Maybe next time.

"Hey Hana, come here a moment?" He said, indicating for her to follow him out of the den, and away from thr prying ears of little ones. Marshal glided to thr den entrance, taking up thr responsibility of watch.

"I have a mission for my Wraith, without her asking too many questions." He said, expression and voice slipping into a more serious pack-matters tone. "I need you to take Mortis out of the way, could be for a few weeks at the most. I need him to not be in the pack, and not thinking much of it. Take him on a week long trip to the islands, ill tell him its part of his training to keep out of the pack for this time. Think your up for it Hana? This is important." He would, of course, be telling Mortis that he was watching out for Hana and keeping her out of trouble. Sometimes, he was a right scheming old bastard.

Hanako really liked pup sitting, sure it was hard work but it was it was satisfying in a way being a diplomat wasn't. That being said she did feel a touch guilty about her lack of productiveness, that she wasn't exactly pulling her weight in the same way that her fellow packmates were. Sure, Sirius would have tossed her out on her ass if he was dissatisfied but maybe just maybe it was time that she got her  paws, figuratively, dirty for the good of the Armada. So when he summoned her she slipped away as quickly as she coukd and soon trotted to his side. Hanako greeted the Warlord with a friendly chinboop, hoping to shoo away that oh so serious expression he wore when he was thinking. So what was on the agenda? A super secret spy mission? An adventure off into the unknown? She practically thrummed with excitement, her pale eyes gleaming in the early morning sunlight.

Her ears flicked forward in interest as he went onto explain what he had in mind, that she shouldn't ask too many questions. Hmmm. Her pale eyes narrowed a little as her mind wandered through all the possibilities, of the mystery and intrigue that laid ahead. The fact that he mentioned Mortis made her all the more confused and a question bubbled its way forward, only to be mushed down with a tight press of her lips. He told her not to ask questions. Right. Kinda unfair but...whatever, she could deal. Probably. In theory is sounded nice enough and a trip to the islands would surely result in a good time but whyyy?

"Yeah sure." She agreed after not much thought, he hadn't given her much info thus there wasn't much for her to mull over. "Will you ever tell me though? After maybe?" She looked up at him, a hint of pleading in her pretty blue eyes. That way she'd have something else to look forward to, right?

His lip twitched as her smaller frame booped against his chin. Affection from his members had always done its part to melt the Warlord, though he didn’t let it show as avidly as he did with the pups. He could see her curiosity gnawing away at her. That, more than anything, brought a soft grin to his muzzle. He did love to stir his Wraith. But then, it was easy to do. “No. Likely not.” at least he was honest. He had no intention of telling her that he and Azure were going to brutally rip apart her slavers. They had messed with her mind enough for her to think her time in slavery was a good thing. That she was merchandise to be sold, to make another man happy at the cost of her freedom. Just the thought of it darkened her eyes. No, he would not risk any Stockholm syndrome she might bare her captors. They would die, and she would be free. If it could be done with her being none the wiser for it, all the better. “But if you succeed, I might give you a tasty morsel of smoked fish.” This time he did laugh. If his Wraith ever left a piece of rotten fish under his pillow, he would probably deserve it. "Seer"

Hanako made no attempt to hide her disappointment. She deflated with a big huff and her shoulders sagged as though the weight of the world had descended upon her, that her delicate lady-like frame didn't stand a chance. But why? She didn't think it was a matter of trust, by now they were about as thick as thieves and he surely would have tossed her out on her bum if that wasn't the case. So what could it possibly be? Nothing sprang to mind-only for it to occur to her that if she truly wanted to find out then...she sort of had the skills to make it happen. She was a spy in all but name, if she put her mind to it she could dig up the information but of course even if that thought crossed her mind she never let it stay. Sirius was kind enough to sweeten the deal though and soon dangled the prospect of her kryptonite right in front of her, as if she could resist. Her belly rumbled in anticipation as she idly licked her lips. Damn it, Sirius knew her too well.

Hanako tried-and failed- to look all pensive, thoughtful as she considered his offer. She tapped her chin with her paw for extra melodrama.

"Hmmm, a generous offer." Had Zee told him about the time she'd found Hanako scoffing down fish like there was no tomorrow? Probably. "And it's not like hanging out with Mortis is a chore so...I'll do it."

He laughed again, his mood easily lifted in Hana’s presence, and he raised a paw, and messed up the fur behind her head. An almost father-like motion. And hey, maybe that wasn’t far off the mark. Perhaps there would be a marriage not far off the horizon now that Azure had told him he loved her and - even better - puppies! Grandbabies. Holy heck, that thought was powerfully distracting. “This is one of those things you don’t need to know. But I trust you to do the job regardless.” He wasn’t about to give in to her charms - not when the news he would tell her would likely shock her to the core and make it impossible to get her out of the way, somewhere safe. No, there would be no telling. “Excellent. Thank you, Hana” "Seer"