Blackfeather Woods 赤

his ears twitch faintly at the sound of his name on her lips. spoken not in bastardized syllables, but in the tongue of his culture.
you speak the ancestor's tongue. masa drops his head once more, dipping deep before her—especially to know that she is a lady of high stature. compelled into a deep bow, forelegs folding beneath.
a pause as he inhales and shows himself before her. a samurai kneeling before beauty and prestige.
you honor me with your name, lady kaede of tamayo forest.