"I hate the word ‘savage’. The reason that I developed my own sort of code of honor at a young age is because I hated being equated to some sort of thing that lives only to live and kill.
Of course, that was what the wolves were then, and because of this they tormented me endlessly about my apparent weakness.”
"I was born around the time when the white wolves were first brought into tengu society. It was rough. The crows looked down upon us as savages, and most wolves looked down upon them as soft. I was caught in the middle of this. I tried to be civilized, but my life was made hell my fellow wolves. I tried to be wolflike, but the crows disliked me for it. It was only when I became a full-fledged scout that the conflicts had finally ironed themselves out."
"I want to mentor the pups someday, so that they don’t face what I did while growing up."
"Of course not. I may be irritable on occasion, but I am not easily provoked to violence. I might raise my sword to intimidate, but I will not injure unless given good reason."
"I envy the crow’s speed. We are quite fast, but… it’s not anything compared to theirs."
"If you put me in sufficient danger to make me drop my sword and make use of my teeth and claws, you better be in for a fight. Although I am skilled in the way of the blade, these are my natural weapons, and I’ve known how to use them since the moment I came into the world."
"Dolls creep me out.
Why would you want to make something so closely resembling a human? Don’t you feel like you’re being watched…?”