It was morning in the Fujiwara Dynasty. The sun was out but it was somewhat cold. Though this didn't bother the large, strong, and athletic female. Her thick coat of fur prevented her from caring about the cold. She was in the Rolling Hills and next to her was a deer fawn Kyoko caught a short while ago. She didn't dare take a bite from it though. As a hunter of the pack, it was her job to help feed it. That was one of her many principles, the pack ate before she did. Kyoko was a hard working wolf, and took her new rank very seriously. She may have been a female, but she wasn't fragile in the least. She was tall, muscular, strong, athletic, majestic, and powerful. She was feminine, but to an extent. She wasn't the kind of female who puts flowers in her fur. She was a hardy wolf who worked hard and held to her pride as a wolf. She needed to figure out where to put the kill she just made for the pack to have access to. She looked around, hoping to get a whiff of one of her packmates nearby.

Kyoko

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The scent of blood pervaded the morning air.

He smelled it on the breeze when he woke, tainted by the saline stench of the sea.

His nose would scrunch.

Low tide and blood made for a bad combination.

The dragon would slither from his den, stretching his limbs as he felt the weak warmth of the autumnal sun on his back. And after a moment, he would move toward the central pack lands, following the trail of the hunt that drifted on the breeze. (He was getting used to this canine nose, at least.)

It did not take long for him to find her: a large, dark-brown female standing over the weight of her kill.

Makara could only hope that this female belonged here.

Here, in the Dynasty.

There was ... a gentle trace of Izumi in the air, at least.

Halló (Hello), stranger, Makara would greet, body posture relaxed and ears pressed forward. His tail waved gently behind him, and he held the posture of a wolf who was relaxed and yet ... one would know he assumed a modest place of power within this pack.

That is a fine kill, he'd continue with a smile, eyes drifting between her and the beast at her paws. You are of Fujiwara, yes?

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Kyoko caught the scent of a male coming in her direction. She turned to face him and was met with a friendly greeting. Kyoko's body posture was welcoming and respectful as she spoke, her strong feminine Japanese accent clear as day as she looked him in his pink eyes, her expression warm. "Konnichiwa! Yes, I am part of the Fujiwara Dynasty. I am an Ite here, one of the hunters." Her ears perked up and she held her tail in pride at the mention of her rank. She was proud of her title, and happy she had an important role here. No matter what it took she would make sure that her pack had food to eat. It was fall now, and with winter coming ahead, food had to be provided for the pack. "I am Kyoko Mori. A pleasure to meet you. If I may ask, what is your name? Oh, and before I forget, would you happen to know where Fujiwara stores its food? I caught this for the pack, and I'm not sure where to leave it for the others to get their share."

*Konnichiwa means "Hello" in Japanese

Makara