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She'd slept a bit, washed a little of the grime off of her coat, and tucked in among the dens as if she belonged there overnight. If anyone had any issue with her presence they did not confront her about it; then again, the place was oddly quiet and lacking in activity. Reiko was nowhere to be found, but Hime did not take a major notice of her absence yet; she was too busy watching the rain and trying to plot when to leave the warmth of the hollow she camped in, to seek breakfast.

When she finally rose to go suss out a meal (either a fresh one or a petrified, fermented haunch of meat from the cache system) she took note of a dark shape nosing around some trees. At first she thought she was seeing things. The rain did not help much. She had been lost in the storming for a little longer than she thought, so maybe this was a new recruit or merely a child of the Empire she had not seen before.

Hime chose to approach with her head raised proudly, unsure if she wanted to impersonate her sister and probe for answers, or vent her true nature upon the stranger; they looked young. She did not want to waste energy or let herself be soaked by the rain for too long without a good payoff, so Hime found a perch among the trees from which to watch them roaming.

Then, she called out: Hello, child. He seemed utterly unremarkable.