Whitefish River The Countdown Starts

honestly he didn't mean to step on any toes and probably would have felt bad given that were the case, but reiko always took everything with this odd essence of eloquence. that was probably why she made a great empress. she wasn't a warrior--but she had plenty of strong capable men around her that would make sure that was never a worry. 

  A vacation? No, we don't take those. bad people don't take those, reiko.

 a girl in the distance began a quick approach and even though collision knew reiko had called the wolves of Kaistleoki he instinctively moved forward ever so slightly. 

not today, satan. 

 the stranger (to him) started off with Reiko's name and Collision relaxed as the empress was greeted as an old friend. He also, admittedly, agreed with the girl. he was surprised when his leader came to him and announced she needed passage presently. she was about to pop in the most literaly sense. again, not his business.

 Reiko did the introduction for him and the grey boy simply looked at the other girl and offered her a friendly nod. there wasn't much more he knew to do. formality was not his forte and reiko had already told her his name. there was nothing further for him to divulge.