There are... calmer waters to swim in, Osamu ventured curiously. Unless this is your preference.

He'd noticed the strange figure at a distance, unable to recognize the steel and slate of his coat as one from their group. It was peculiar that the wolf should linger so close to the edge with such a longing expression, and a small part of him wondered if this was either a depressive episode of some kind or a cry for help.

Either way, he wasn't keen on fishing out the man's broken body after the fact.

Have you come by formal invitation, or did you chance past the scent-markers of our borders? Osamu asked, equally serious with intent as he was to distract the stranger's attention away from making a leap they would both regret. The Fujiwara clan has returned to this place with the intent to claim it.

The waves crashed noisily below, seafoam turning up in their wake and Osamu edged a little bit closer to Makara.

Just in case.