Cedar Sweep Bloodspatter

Unless specifically addressed, or if I randomly decide to add something in, feel free to skip over Arashi from here on. I have been a bit slow to reply lately and I don't want to hold things up too much.

Arashi was skimmed over.

It was an often occurance, but not one he minded in the least. Silence suited him best. He was a soldier — a samurai. It was his way.

Following close by Fury's flank, he listened to the ongoing conversation. There was little interest, save a few mentions of alliance and pack details.

Occasionally, the dark hound parted a short distance, finding some old markings to make fresh. 

Then, on they walked.