“Shindoi wa!” A tired voice called. With an ink smothered calligraphy brush in one hand and another resting against his temple, the Dog Yokai Itami Hiratake let out a groan. His white eyes glared at the mess created upon a document. Itami ran a hand through his blueish black hair and sighed, "Kusokurae." Getting from his knees, Itami brushed his kimono off and stretched. Straightening his collar and hair ornament, Itami opened the Fusuma and stepped outside.

It was dark, beginning of night. The Yokai were out. Folding his arms through his sleeves, Itami gazed around. A Futakuchi Onna ate timidly in an open shop whilst her second mouth stuffed itself. Two Nekomatas hissed at each other over an unjustly sale. A gaggle of Hannya laughed over a chat as the stood randomly in the street. A Kuro Bōzu watching through an open window of a human inhabited home- most likely taunting a young soul as they slept. Itachi ran amuck, messing and playing with one another. Smiling, Itami strolled past until he came upon the waters edge, where he crouched down and stared at. The water was peaceful, the occasional Kappa and Ryuto, but peaceful.

Itami had yet to find himself a true place to stalk as an Okuri Inu, so spent a large amount of his time awake in the village. "Who deserves to be annoyed today? Well, who'd let me annoy them without killing me, rather?" He pondered, chuckling at the plans he made.

Shiori lowered her head, bringing a finger up to rest on her chin with a soft hum. The Okuri Inu's words sunk in. It was quite a lot to take in for a first day.

"I couldn't pledge my loyalty to a clan," she murmured quietly, "Not without my owner's permission." She shot the stranger a cheesy, somewhat embarrassed smile, "And I haven't met them yet."

Itami let out a breath after a while and stood up, cracking his limbs. He had probably sat there for a few hours and hadn't realized the area had become quite dry of other Yokai. "Another one? They're making this village soft with ideals of love." He chuckled upon the realisation of another ceremony. He didn't despise the idea of the celebrations- for one, they were older than him, so he knew they had become common practice- he just disliked what they did to the Yokai who were supposedly evil and ferocious. He had good reasoning behind this disliking, he knew all to well what happens to the Yokai who make the wrong decisions.

Yokai had begun refilling the streets. Most staid away from the young Okuri Inu, a natural occurrence. He closed his eyes and walked, knowing his way of by heart. He still pondered upon which clan leader would be his victim. This was soon answered as the white-eyed spirit spotted a certain fox. A devious smile danced on his lips. Itami walked up next to the Kitsune, "Tut, tut, tut, smoking those pipes are bad for your health, fox." He chuckled, raising a sleeved hand to his mouth.

Itami lost the fox within seconds. He glowered at this fact. The dog lifted his head and sniffed. The scent of Fox tingled in with tea leaves. A smirk grew on his face.

"That old man still has a few tricks, shame I'm descended from wolves." He chuckle, skipping towards the scent. His white eyes followed a distinct trail. "He's gone home." He whispered, following the route. Itami followed swiftly, jumping onto the roof, the Okuri Inu bent down over the entrance which the fox had just entered. "And now we wait." He whispered, clear from anyone's view.

He closed his eyes, waiting patiently for the fox and Tsubaki to arrive outside.