Masako frowned when Akane said she didn’t want to get involved. Two children had been killed and Akane wanted to just walk away? 

“We haven’t had a wolf around here in ten years,” Anka said, lifting the pair of tools again with a grunt. “Thought they were extinct, but guess not.”

“This one’s got guts, coming back and eating humans,” Obutsu said, pounding his chest, “but with ol’ Obutsu here in the hunt, no one has anything to be afraid of.”

“Why don’t you go make yourself useful and take these tools to Jozuki?” Anka said, sighing and handing the tools to a grumbling Obutsu. She clapped her hands together before turning back to Akane and Masako. “Obutsu’s an airhead, but he means well. Hope you two have a safe journey then, if you’re not stopping. If you are, we could always use the spare hands.”

Masako waited until Anka left to speak. [color=indianred]”Akane, do you really think we shouldn’t lend a hand?”[/color] she asked, eyes wide as she looked at the ronin. [color=indianred]”Who knows how many people might die, or whether they’d even find the wolf.”[/color] Masako pursed her lips in thought, frowning. While Akane definitely had the skills to take the animal on, battle always meant the risk of injury, and Masako couldn’t ask that of another person. 

[color=indianred]”Maybe we [i]should[/i] keep moving,”[/color] Masako said, more to herself than to the ronin next to her. [color=indianred]”After all, we’re wasting daylight if we stay.”[/color]

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