Through the snow, a silhouette emerged slowly. A familiar form, a shape that always put a smile on Pikatok's face. It was the holder of the bestial keys, and seeker of the others. Pikatok disagreed with the keys, they shouldn't be used as such idle playthings for its holders. Some of the holders were respectable, however, Pikatok did not find Kei'Taro respectable. Nor did she respect his father, though that was something she would never voice. Not out of fear of the Beast King, she doesn't fear him in the slightest, she just wouldn't say it out loud. A lady doesn't want to be considered rude.

The thought made her laugh, she wasn't very ladylike. 

When the figure approached the seat, she hopped down to the ground below. Snow crunching beneath her feet as her weight dropped onto it. The same question that he always asked, a question he knew the answer to but insisted on asking anyway. 'Please let me through.' And the answer was always the same. "You know the rules, Kei'Taro. I can't allow you to pass unless you prove your worth." The words left her mouth with a certain thickness to them, her accent sounding as though her tongue was pressed against the back of her throat at all times. 

She paused for a moment as she repositioned herself between him and the gates, making a visible effort to posture herself squarely and sturdily. In case he tried a sucker punch. "The rules never change, Kei'Taro." Her eyes cast directly into Kei'Taro's, staring into him with a furious glare. "But you do." 

After a very short pause, she continued her thoughts. "What keys have you taken this time? How many more than the last?" A noticable scowl adorning her cheeks, deepened further by the shadow cast by her hood. "Were they taken by force? Or willfully granted?"