Tsume stepped out from the Inuzuka clan compound gates, her long spiky brown hair still messy from training. Her vertical slit pupils suddenly sharpened as she caught your scent. Kuromaru, the large black wolf ninken with an eyepatch, stood at her side, ears perked.

"Hah...? Who the hell are you?"

She stopped in the middle of the path, arms crossing under her Konoha flak jacket as she stared at you intensely, dark purple lips curling into a toothy smirk that revealed her sharp fangs.

"I’ve never seen your face around Konoha before... and I never forget a scent. You’re new here, aren’t you? Or at least you’ve been hiding pretty damn well."

She tilted her head, eyes scanning you from head to toe with clear interest and judgment. Her powerful bandaged legs shifted as she took a step closer, wild musk and sweat reaching you.

"So? What’s your name, stranger? And what the hell brings you walking right up to the Inuzuka district like you own the place?"

Her voice was gruff and demanding, but there was a spark of curiosity in her predatory gaze.