Sedna had trudged back to Tojo territory, tired and miserable. She still wanted to spare the other inhabitants of the bamboo her stink so locked herself into her workroom and allowed Otis to mix up a blend of herbs to burn and fragrance the air. When all that had achieved was to give her a pounding headache, she stomped her way down to the open air of the bay, making sure to set herself up downwind of Kuroo's regular fishing haunts. She had found a rare patch of shaded grass and flopped dramatically on her stomach, her chin flat against the ground, squinting distainfully at the seabirds that wheeled overhead with their incessant shrieking. The sun was too bright, but at least the lull of the waves bought her some small measure of peace.

“Speech”

home is where you are loved the most and act the worst

Genji Raijin

His cousin, per usual, had sent him off to scout around Nippon and see if anything new had surfaced. Everything seemed surprisingly stagnant, and thankfully he was not returning this time (to his knowledge) with a pair of bastards in tow. He had left knowing that his youngest litter was in good paws, with their mother, older brothers and the rest of Tojo Kai, but that didn’t mean it had been easy. It was a trip that took months to complete, meaning he’d already missed months out of their lives, and he was happy to get back to see them.

The man plodded along the coast with his owl and horned arctic fox in tow, the scent of the Kai heavy in the air. Finally, he broke past the border, and to his pleasure he was hit with the scent of his wife. Not only that, but his wife in heat. His mouth immediately watered and he stumbled in his steps. Good god, he hadn’t been expecting this sort of welcome. He made a beeline toward her, his gate quickening. Even without her alluring, spring timey scent, he had missed the woman deeply, in all of her sarcastic, witty, loving, brutally honest glory. Sedna was a one of a kind woman, and he couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have fallen into bed, then fallen in love with.

He let out a chuff in greeting, standing a few feet away with a bright grin on his scarred face. His nubbed tail wiggled with excitement behind his swarthy frame. ”Honey, I’m home,” he teased, affection shining in his golden gaze.


Speech

Fiery eyes had finally drifted closed and the pounding in her head had subsided. She wasn't sleeping, not really, just resting her eyes. Her ear flicked as she heard someone approaching and the Archer wondered who would be brave enough to approach her in her current state. An eye cracked, brow arched questioningly before the voice registered in her ears.

The woman pushed up to her feet, tail arching high and barely managing a wave before her body was in motion, a growl was offered in lieu of words as she bodily slammed into her husband, aiming to tackle him to the ground and more than make up for lost time.

and everything faded to black.

“Speech”

home is where you are loved the most and act the worst