The sound of the truck through the trees told her that the pilot was early, its rumbling grate sharpening as it came off the road and she could smell the petrol fumes. She turned to watch the pick-up roll to a stop in the lot near the cubicle house, her head turned to put her face in profile with only the tip of her nose visible past the screen of her hair.
He earned her respect for being early, which she saw as good business manner. She was watching him closely however from behind that veil, lashes low and red eyes rooted in her periphery. In a few steps she took stock of his gait, the way he moved, his attire and even his grooming. Then there was the aroma, that seemingly ever-constant smell of wolf in this town, lingering in her nose.
Thus far none of the werewolves of Dawnbreak had made any aggressive overtures (with the exception of the sporting store owner) and both parties seemed locked in an uneasy truce while they decided what to do about her. She was certain word was circulating among the local packs, soon they would know what she was on sight and Shinju did not like being at the disadvantage...
He asked if she was his contract and she took a moment to bow to him eshaku
-style, her back straight and shallow from the hips. When she straightened her eyes hit his from underneath her brow, watching his expression very carefully until she stood still once more.
she greeted him before she replied, her chin dipping in a nod. From just inside the lapel of her coat she withdrew a business card between two gloved fingers, its rectangle like a stark negative against her silhouette. She presented it to him, the font face up and turned towards him, the cardboard held in both hands gently at the corners. "Mhm, yes, my name is Matsumoto Shiori."
The card said as much. a satin-finish to the surface and the simple, black letters embossed into it. First in kanji then in English underneath. It had a cell phone number in the same font on the back and nothing else. DragonBlue