Wolves Who Refuse to Hunt Lambs [Solo]

The Objective:

Ryojin had been deeply concerned after running into the group of rugrats wearing wolf masks. This had led him to approach a few of the higher ups and ask if they had heard any word about groups of other people in wolf masks. It had turned out that no such events came into light. This had led Ryojin to do a little more digging into the group that he had run into. The ice shinobi he was almost one hundred percent confident was his brother had in truth caught him by surprise. What was his brother planning for the moon? Was he just sitting in watching Ryojin? Did he even realize Ryojin was a part of the moon village? Did he have something sinister planned? Was it all a game? These were questions that Ryojin wanted answers to. The Kage hadn't seemed to particularly care too much as for the time being it didn't seem the group was a direct threat. Perhaps they were even targeting Ryojin specifically.

This train of thought had led Ryojin to wait till the break of night and for once in his life dawn a black cloak over his usual presence and make his way out of the village. In truth, stealth just wasn't Ryojin's usual ploy. He got the idea. He was a ninja. He needed to conceal his presence. He needed to be one with the darkness in the jungle around him, but it just wasn't his style. Ryojin was loud. Ryojin was bold. Ryojin was noticeable. That made the mission much more difficult for him than it had to be.

He trekked his way through the overgrown jungle pushing past various flora in order to come to a small hut that looked raggedy and abandoned. He made his way up toward the hut, but as he got close the hushed whispers were definitely noticeable inside. "He is but a lamb. He may be capable of what you are, but he is no wolf. He will not be a wolf like you. You must be a wolf who refuses to hunt lambs. Your goal is power. Power to achieve your goals. If you continue to follow him like this, it will only lead to your demise." It looked like after spending the day hunting around and listening for rumors, he was getting his pay out. This shack was said to be where a group of outsiders were meeting to quietly discuss their stirrings. It turns out this shack was the right place after all. Why had they picked such an obvious place? Was it even his brother that was being spoken to? It could be circumstance.

"The Wolf hunts as it pleases! Why are we not the same?!" A hand slammed down on a wooden table and was immediately followed by a shush. Ryojin held his breath not even as to breathe. The stillness of the moonlit trees was haunting. Nothing moved. Nothing so much as let out a short sigh. Finally, the man spoke again. "Let go. Now that you are with us, there is no need for you to be elsewhere. Come back to the tundra. Let us do as we were meant to do." Everything went quiet. Ryojin waited, but after that, nothing. He would wait a little more, then make his way closer to the hut. He would peer in through the window. All that was sitting at the table was a lit candle that was just short of burning out. There was no longer any evidence anyone had even been there. Where did they go? They were here. Ryojin went into the hut and searched for more evidence. For any sort of possible escape route, but there was nothing. Had he imagined it in the darkness of the jungle?

He finally made his way back to the village. Had he just made up a conversation between two people all together? It would take him awhile to shake this one away. He had seen the burning candle with his own eyes. Felt it's heat. What was going on? He had managed to end up with more questions than answers, but one thing was for sure, this group wasn't a problem; at least, not for now.