Snowforest Taiga Shigoto

Blood scent was carried on the wind to where Haru sat. His whiskers twitched eagerly at the scent of it, filling his head with memories of warm meat and sweet sinew. The thief lifted his torso and peered sharply into the thick of trees ahead of him. He could not see where the fragrance originated, not from where he had paused in his journey. Still, the winds told him it was out there, and this was enough to stir the man from his resting place and search for it.

Haru prowled quietly until his gaze settled on a dark figure. Her coat was a mixture of shadows and chocolates. A wolf draped in a dark cloak, one that would hide her appearance if she remained in the shade. As he watched her search for something, he wondered if she belonged to any of the packs in that area. His dark eyes followed her movements, then shifted to the rabbits she held. Two of them, he saw with saliva pooling at his lips. The thief smacked his chops and slunk forward.

Oh, what good fortune, he said to her, stepping through the brush to reveal himself. I don’t suppose yer in the business of sharing with a poor starving soul like me… Sawamura put on his best pleading face.