Kizuato was an angry person. Always had been, always will be. Though before he kept his anger under wraps for his family and the Oshiro clan, he had no such restraints now, and was usually bursting into metaphoric/symbolic flames.
And this time, the fuel to his simmering flames was a bear who had dared to interrupt his meal. The blonde wolf snarled, increasing his size by raising his hackles, holding his tail high as he fixed his burning gaze on the small bear. It was a young one; this might have been his first year away from his mother. No wonder he had so blatantly attacked him with reckless abandon.
The samurai snapped at the young bear, who roared meekly and swiped feebly in return. The large scarred male was getting more and more annoyed by the bear's sudden cowardice, and he snarled to the bear in his native tongue. "是非、クマを私と戦う！あなたはちょっと前にそのような大物だった！何があなたの勇気に何が起こった！えっ？！私と戦う！"
It wasn't terribly common for Fox to stray outside the caldera, but with prey so scarce, she wanted to make sure that they were checking the lands around them as well. It would have to supplement whatever they could manage to catch in Redhawk, and she could alert her pack-mates to anything she found out this way. She had left Peregrine to his own devices, trotting down the caldera's side and into the Great Bear Wilderness. It was a vast region, but she wasn't too far away from Redhawk here.
About an hour into her journey, the sound of a scuffle caught her attention, and she noted two figures up ahead. One, a wolf. Two, a bear. Well, that wasn't something she wanted to get involved with, especially after seeing Finley's wounds. Cougars were manageable, but bears? That was like some kind of crazy death wish. And that was far from what Fox wished for. She observed from afar, waiting to see how the scene would unfold. She could not imagine it ending well for the wolf.
The bear roared again, eyes flashing side to side, trying to find a means of escape from the maddened samurai. Kizuato kept cursing at him in his native tongue, all the while darting forward periodically in bluffs, trying to goad the ursine on. When it became evident that the bear was not interested in fighting, and more interested in flight, Kizuato let out an angry howl, not even noticing the female watching him from a distance.
"Gizen yarō! Koko kara nukedasu! Iku! ISOGE!!" He charged fully at the brown bear, jaws outstretched. The bear swung twice, hitting the blonde wolf on the jaw and on his neck, before it scrambled away. The samurai panted, feeling blood gushing on his fur. "Okubyōmono. Kare wa sarani, tekisetsuna dageki o oku koto ga dekimasendeshita。" He mused, licking at the wound on his neck. The scarred man shook himself, feeling dizzy from being hit so hard. Even if it was a wild blow, it still connected, and it rattled his brain so hard that his vision went wild for a moment.
The wolf yelled some nonsense at the bear, then charged. The bear did not seem to want to bother with such a pipsqueak, and made short work of the blonde man. It reminded Fox of her younger self... and her friend Finley Blackthorn. Even as the bear scurried off to deal with more important things, the wolf yelled more jibber-jabber at the larger predator, causing Fox to chuckle. It was quite a scene, and one she was glad she had not involved herself in. Then again, it had never really been an option. It simply wasn't the kind of thing she was prone to do.
To make her presence note, Fox barked softly. He could do what he wanted with that. Perhaps he was in no mood for canine company, or maybe he would be embarrassed that somebody had witnessed his outburst. Seemed as though the guy had a bit of an anger problem, or maybe he just had a lot of pent up energy... or a death wish. She was curious, and waited expectantly for his reaction.
His head snapped towards the bark, and he instantly regretted the sharp action. His neck cracked audibly, causing Kizuato to bite his lip as he rolled his shoulders trying to relax the pain. The culprit behind the bark was a fox-like female who was gazing at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Kizuato had a hunch that she was a foreigner and did not know his tongue, but he did not want to start a conversation in a language he had no idea about. The samurai bared his fangs slightly muttering in his own language under his breath. "フン、あなたは、売春婦を何をしたいですか？"
When the alien-speaking wolf curled his lip at her and uttered some more nonsense, it took Fox all of three seconds to get the hint. She'd never been terribly good with words, and she understood body language much better. That was all she needed to understand that this guy wanted nothing to do with her, and he was likely embarrassed that she had seen his antics. Giving him nothing more than a shrug of her shoulders and shaking her fur, Fox began to walk away.
If she had misread him, he could always come bounding after her. Or he could start a fight, she supposed. There was a time when Fox would have started a fight with him for no reason at all, but now that she had Peregrine and their future children to think about, she found the temptation less sweet.
With his message clearly interpreted, regardless if the female even understood Japanese, she walked away, leaving him to lick his wounds. They were not deep, but they were bleeding profusely. The samurai panted, eyes narrowed as he licked his fur, wondering what manner of hybrids lived her, to look both fox and wolf at the same time. But he pushed that aside and headed for the nearest stream to wash off the blood staining his blonde pelt.