Bearclaw Valley kashikoi kawa

The hunter echoed her greeting in a roughhewn way, but the effort made Keiko smile pleasantly in appreciation. He pushed the fat fish towards her and retreated. An offering? His words were foreign, but it was not difficult to parse their meaning.

The Miko touched her front paws together and dipped into a lower bow thank before conveying her gratitude. “Hokkyokusei-sama no jiin wa kansha sa rete imasu,” she said. “Thank… you…”

When Keiko lifted her head, her gaze sparkled with connection.

She received the fish and picked them up. Then, she motioned for Ancelin to follow her deeper into the temple. “Onegaishimasu,” she said.