Remind me of the babe

The questioning stare burned into his scalp, and though it was uncomfortable for a moment, the Keizo found himself easily forgiving the other man. Not many understood the way in which he paid respects, not only to nature but to wolves in general. Kaname revealed this by mentioning he wasn't the only hunter, a fact well-known to Itsuki. He tilted his head toward the ground as if to silently apologize for the mistake, though none had been made.

“Kaname,” he repeated. The name sounded smooth and silky on his tongue, and hearkened back to a time in his memories when things had been simpler. “It is my mother's tongue,” he revealed, glancing briefly up at the other wolf's eyes before casting his gaze elsewhere once more. “You are Shinto?” Perhaps he was not... Not all wolves of Asayo's mother tongue were Shintoist. She herself had not been. It was something that Kaito and Itsuki had intuitively come into.

She had taught them all about honour and dignity, had made them eloquent and gentle, but the respect and reverence for nature was all their own.