Mikazuki continued his strange observation of the bookmark, blinking a few times when it suddenly shrank and appeared to be no more than an ofuda in his fingertips. Idly tracing his own crest on the blue surface with his eyes, he barely noticed the soft padding of feet. Rather, the sudden trail of color drew his attention first. Tilting his head, he carefully slid the bookmark away to smile at the new arrival.

The marks were familiar, typically scrawled on masks and drawings from various places he'd been stored over time. The feeling of the Shinto religion struck him profoundly and felt oddly like coming home in certain ways. Kneeling down to one knee, he fixed his eyes on the wolf's and waved. If he'd been Ishikirimaru or even Taurotachi, he might have been able to put his finger on a name... but sadly, he was neither. "Hello there... I am Mikazuki Munechika... ha ha ha! You can talk, yes? Otherwise I would look quite silly. Though, Konnosuke-san can talk to us, so maybe I shouldn't feel so strange?"