Rather than answer, Bear's lips curled back to expose his teeth, something he picked up from Franny's mother when he was a kid. He didn't need to tell them what clan he was from; they were treading on his beach, if they so cared to know. He wouldn't tell them. He would lie. "If you must know," he said in a clipped, guttural voice, "I'm from Raikou. I've been skulking the beaches pretending I'm from Katana, trying to kill some of those rat bastards." They seemed like Raikou members to him. If they were not, he would be shot dead by the one waving weapons around. He also didn't usually swear; this war was bringing out the worst in him, he thought.
From her post near the horse, after she returned with the stick anyway, Franny growled her discomfort. Bear had suddenly grown hostile towards Franny's new friends. Were they her enemies now? She didn't know. She just growled, hoping that Bear was right... He usually was.



