Nocturne Summit Kurayami

The thief listened with a small nod.

It seemed that the yellow-eyed man was either an adrenaline-seeker or he liked to see how far he could get strangers to go his way. Sawamura wasn’t certain how he felt about it, but he figured that he’d ended up with a warmish meal and a bit of company for a short while. Where was the harm in humoring the wants of another?

When the figure remarked on the messy face of the coyote, Haru chuckled sheepishly and drew his tongue along his muzzle to swipe at the remaining blood and food bits.

Oh hey, what’s yer name then? What… uh… what d’ya do when yer not trying to get me to poke my snout in some dead thing? He snickered a bit, but the interest he showed was genuine enough. It wasn’t too often that Haru found himself in the company of strange fellows and he didn’t want to slip away without a moniker, at least.