Sparrow couldn't really remember if she had been here before, but she knew she could use some relaxation before she decided to go and find out where Hana had gone. She was sure by now that her absence was not voluntary, and wondered if she was in any danger. Even if she wasn't in any danger, Sparrow figure that she must be missing her tremendously. After all spare had invited her to be her Lust, right? Not that they were completely exclusive to one another, but Sparrow figured that they at least meant something to one another, or in Sparrow's case a lot of something.

So in a part of her preparation to save Hana, Sparrow decided to loosen her muscles by relaxing in the hot springs. The warm water bubbled lightly and some of the pools, while others just steamed pleasantly. Sparrow decided to take one of the small steaming pools to herself, and while it could host many wolves, sparrow decided it was best for her to sprawl out and flute belly up for the best possible relaxation and view obviously.

The sun was setting and there was a fiery cast to all of the steam that rose languidly into the sky. With the right amount of lighting and the right amount of booze this might make a really good place for a pirate party, Sparrow thought to herself. Or maybe, once she saved Hana, she could take the girl on a date here. The options were limitless, and sparrow had ample time to imagine each scenario as she floated lazily in the spring.

The water was warm and soothed Hattori's heavy bones as he sat in the Springs, eyes closed, breathing slow and measured. He did not venture beyond Ashen's borders all that often, but even Hattori recognised the need for some time away from the daily grind. That if he wanted some time alone with his thoughts this was the place for it. By the time he emerged out of the pool hours had passed, enough that the sun had started to dip beneath the horizon. The Shogun did not bother to shake himself off as he clambered over the lip of the pool, leaving little puddles in his wake as he crossed the territory and edged closer to the smaller pools. There was no use in drying off now, he was only going to get wet again when he crossed the bridges between Ashen Islands.

It was only then that he noticed another wolf within the waters, floating idly and clearly distracted by her thoughts. He immediately recognised her as one of Firesides' raids men and was quick to continue on his way, barely even sparing her disinterested glance as he went. He said nothing, made no attempt to greet her or offer her some snide words. She simply was not worth the breath and he had better things to do.

It was only really the noise that drew Sparrow's attention. It wasn't a loud or sudden noise either, but just enough to bring her back to reality from the serene, tranquil noise of the springs. Her eyes flipped open just for a moment, as if blinking the pain away when the sun becomes too bright for a moment. In those brief flashes of vision, Sparrow's peripheral was filled with brief splotches of vibrant orange, and although those splotches were framed by a large, dark form, it was a suggestion of the orange splotches themselves that raked itself through Sparrow's brain and brought back the most vivid of memories to the forefront of her mind. Without much time for thought, Sparrow exhaled and moved to turn, sinking in submerging herself into the warm spring waters as she thrashed and clogged her way back to the surface and an attempt to get a glimpse of what she thought she had seen.

"Hana?"

The word came out as a breathy whisper, whether that was because of the lack of breath from sinking into the springs or the sheer amount of surprise and maybe hopefulness that Sparrow held was uncertain. She hauled her large frame out of the water, still dripping furiously and forming a large puddle at her paws. Looking much more like a drowned rat than a wolf, Sparrow was able to focus her attention on the being in front of her.

"Oh," with all she managed to say when she realized her mistake, but quickly swallowed her heart down back to where it belonged and threw on a flashy smile. "It's you. From the raid."

She could play this off, she was sure. "You any kin to a girl named Hanako? You look kinda like her but less pretty and more horny. Like. I mean. You have- what- four horns? Y'know. Full of horns horny, not like boner horny."

Her mind was in shambles, but she tried to play it off as a joke and as if she hadn't just imagined that she saw her girlfriend walking past her in some wishful thinking of the way. "Anyway, mister I think alpha guy. You really do look like her."

Hattori's ears twitched a little as the woman called out to him. He shot her a look, sharp and disapproving, only to pause when the stranger shot him a smile that did not reach her eyes. Something he'd seen far more times than he cared to count. She was quick to continue, her question an unwelcome thorn in his side which gave him reason to pause and stopped him from leaving as intended. Hanako? His expression gave nothing away, blank slate as he regarded her with veiled curiosity. To an outsider they no doubt looked similar, but to Hattori they were but night and day; the wolves of Iga did not consider her as one of her own and Hattori did not disagree with such an assessment.

She quickly lost any sense of reason she might have had as she began to ramble, going on about horns and being horny and-ugh. Hattori did not have the patience for this. He blinked slowly and distracted himself by wondering what she was truly getting at. Was this act simply a plot to distract him? At first, it looked as though it may be but upon further inspection it became evident she was struggling to hold it all together. Like the words were rushing out whether she wanted them too or not.

"She's not my kin. " And he was rather grateful for it.

The man was as emotionless as ever, not that sparrow really knew that he was often like this. She had only seen him once before and that had been in a raid. Perhaps a man only had two moods: fighting and null. But hey, who was Sparrow to judge? She was over here drowning in her own feelings just as much as she almost drowned in the springs earlier.

The man eventually answered that he was no kin of Hana's.

"So you DO know of her," Sparrow snapped with an almost joyful glee. "So she's one of y'all's after all. Or the Armada... Or... However that works."

Sparrow flashed another smile, just for show. "Well at least I know what to tell her kids when they start looking for her. You've been helpful! Thanks!"

It wasn't a nice move, but Sparrow wasn't really a nice person behind her scatterbrained and dumb as rocks facade. Well, mostly. She was kind of in a mood and, hey, if they came looking for pups, maybe they'd being Hana along and save Sparrow the trouble of going and looking for them.

"Anyway, nice seeing you again definitely-not-Hana's-secret-sibling!"

If he had no further business, then Sparrow would leave, already looking forward to the day she could annoy him again.

Hattori's expression did not change as she prattled on, stringing words together that had meaning but were also somehow senseless at the same time. He wondered if she simply liked the sound of her own voice or if she was trying to get under his skin, talk and talk till her voice was a droning in his ears. She mentioned something about Hanako having children and honestly, the Shogun couldn't really care less. He did not like the girl, something about her rubbed him entirely the wrong way. The circumstances of their meeting had ensured they'd gotten off to a poor start and her personality-or lack thereof, really- left a lot to be desired. All that being said his feelings weren't strong enough to wish any misfortune upon her, it was simply a matter of hearing her name far too often for his tastes.

The Shogun made no attempt to stop Sparrow, she'd already outstayed her welcome and had places of his own to be. Namely, in the company of wolves who did not make him wish he could not understand the common tongue.