Blackfeather Woods Won't Wake From This Dream

Preferring to walk than hold conversations in awkward standings, the Tar coated male gently brushed past the Iceberg hued male, saying calmly over his shoulder,

"Pleasure is mine. Come. Let us speak and patrol, at the same time. The borders must be kept under close eye. "

And with that, he kept the pace even, and unhurried.
As he awaited his hopefully following packmate, Slade spoke yet again,

"What has given you the impression that BlackFeather is a beneficial home for you, Kove?"

Though he talked, his eyes scanned, preening, analytical of all that lay before them in the dark and dying woods.