Hideaway Strath taigiroku

Oh— 

The Grandmaster’s lips quirk up into a smile that shapes his face handsomely. It lacks the usual mischief or smirk, for now it’s merely that — a smile. He can’t help but watch as she reals her reactions in. So conservative, so secretive. He rather likes it.

I would like that. 

He would too. 

So as she moves, he steps aside to give her a bit of space — ever so respectful. He towers over her and he dips his chin to his chest to look down at her better. 

“Perfect.” He hums as he begins walking through the sea of tall flowers.

After a few paces he looks up towards the mountains. “So,” He begins casually — conversationally. “this is the Strath. There’s only one entrance into our territory and that’s the northern gates. We’re safe from an attack, but in the wrong situation — trapped.” He says it casually though, the barest hint of a warning hiding beneath his tongue. 

He walks a bit more, abruptly changing the subject of their home.

His eyes peer down to her curiously, a small interested smile curling his lips skyward. “Tell me, Satsu. Are you loyal?” He references to him and his pack. Even to her old pack. He needs to know.