Emberwood Old Rhythm, New Beats

Wandering to new lands to search for his property would yield him great reward. Because his property hadn't wandered so far away. He'd come after Hiromi, finding the girl's scent tangled with Yuudai's- it lit a fire in his gut. Imagining that incompetent man with his side piece only served to anger him, and he'd set off to follow the trails for as long as he could. Yet it was only natural that the scents faded eventually, washed by rain or some other phenomenon.

But Takeshi knew he was close. Rather than Hiromi, he would be greeted with an even more precious pearl today, not that he was really aware of it yet. 

He wandered the wood, blending right in with the snow. Old pictures were carved in the trees- in some places, the bark had crumbled and fallen, making the image difficult to understand. But preserved ones here and there keyed him in on the flower. He wondered momentarily what sort of people had once lived here, who had spent their time carving rather than doing useful things? He let out a scoff to himself, releasing a plume of breath into the cold air. 

A scent, then. Floating on momentary wind that rose and fell, and had his blue eyes widen, his tail raise like a banner. Following, following- he would hunt her down like a piece of meat. He was a predator. Something that had belonged to him, that he'd been in possession of, and she'd slipped from his grip. He would make sure to find her again, and when he did- 

Reiko! 

He barreled towards the wandering little girl, tongue lolling from his mouth with some excitement, before he would come to a screeching halt in front of her. Babe, I missed you so much... If she didn't stop him, he'd move to plant a wet tongue-kiss on her cheek, whether or not she really wanted it.