Remind me of the babe

The specifics of Jinx's frequent departures escaped Itsuki, but often the male reminded himself that he was new here and had no right to information. Someday, perhaps he would prove himself worthy of something in the white beast's eyes and would be told of her secrets, or at least informed of her whereabouts whenever she took off, but for now the Keizo was content to remain a mere subordinate. It was none of his business what others did in their free time.

He was in a dream-like state when Kaname found him. The sun beaming down on his back felt lovely, and the pale tawny wolf had found himself a nice ledge to settle on, so that he could lay in it a while. He didn't mean to rest long, but Itsuki valued the time he did take for rest, for it allowed him to attune himself with the world around him and appreciate it for what it was: pure nature and essence, all filled with kami.

So absorbed was he in his surroundings that Itsuki started when the rabbit hit the ground, and immediately he looked up at Kaname questioningly. His gaze dropped to the other wolf's lips, skirting the direct locking of eyes out of respect for a clear superior, though he didn't make any move to rise. Instead, he shot a glance down at the hare and then back up to the male, and responded to the gruff greeting with an assumption: “you are the hunter.” It wasn't that anyone had told Itsuki that Kaname was the hunter. It was merely a more formal way of putting it, at least in the Keizo's mind. “I am Itsuki Keizo. I am the lorekeeper.”