think of Hanzo out hunting one day and see’s the brightest damn tail he’s seen in his life tucked against a tree trunk, out in the open for any predator. he see’s Lucio still asleep and definitely uncomfortable, malnourished from not having eaten anything since he was left. Hanzo has known everything in these woods, he knows Lucio had to have been a pet, nothing around here has that bright a pattern. he’s dead where he lays unless he wakes the kid up, he should leave the kid. less trouble