Jun, rather amazingly, grew even less interested in what was being said in the meeting as it had absolutely nothing to do with her as the meeting turned on to what the alliance meant for the village.  Jun, unlike Maki and Tashi wasn't much worried about the politics that this joining of villages meant because she had next to no significant connection to the head of the village.  She was just a tracker ninja.  The Watanabe clan as a general rule were considered to wild to be trusted with the political status of the village.  They were only trusted as tracking specialists and combat specialists.<br/><br/>It wasn't really until she was lightly glancing the scroll handed to her, not at all expecting anything to ring any bells whatsoever.  Almost unfortunately however something did.  'Shiro' drew her attention about the time that she had reached 'Yasuji Shinozuka'.  "Shiro..."  She said rather quietly to herself, her voice almost swallowed out by the end of the conversation going on around her.<br/><br/>"Well...  I can't say for certain that it was absolutely Shiro<em>Mengishii</em>, but I was just on a mission to capture a Shiro."  She said, letting that punctuate the conversation before continuing.  "We did manage to capture the man and bring him to our village...  for a short time...  Unfortunately even on the same day that we brought him into the village he managed to escape despite the efforts of the whole village...  now whether or not he is still free is news to me as my whole family of wolf partnered ninja surely were sent out to catch him, but still..."  She said leaving that to be enough information for the time being.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Xexen, finally having found the nearest source of the tantalizing smell waited behind the white haired man for a time until he realized that he was being watched.  When the man turned around, Xexen sat for slightly over ten seconds staring first at the meat on the stick, then at the man, then back again.  Once Xexen felt that his point was made, he moved forward until he was right beside the man and made to snatch at one of the sticks of meat, perfectly intent to steal it away from his hand no matter what his feelings on the subject may be.