Hideaway Strath The thickness in her lungs

As always, the samurai was quick to appear; though, today he had not been the first.

Sakari had beat him. Imagine that.

Now with a small sense of acquaintance for the dark woman, Arashi offered a small chuff in greeting. Their former interaction had gone well — more interesting, to say the least. 

Just as he would be, she was also hasty to jump in to help wherever she could. He admired it, almost. To see someone similar to his own mannerism was not something he encountered often. It was like looking in a mirror.

Enough about her... Fury needed his attention in this moment.

I wish to go as well. Arashi had before mentioned his ability in tracking to the Warchief, but had not yet been given the chance to show for it. Maybe now he could do just that, as well as earn more trust and respect from the seasoned leader.