Blackfeather Woods cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

Hope you don’t mind me popping in to keep you occupied. ^^

Emerging from the depths of the tunnels, the northerner meandered through the woods, neither rushed nor bothered. There was little for him to do, though he found his legs carrying him towards the borders anyways; old habits die hard. As of late, he’d taken a particular sort of liking to the tunnels, oftentimes finding himself venturing through the web than anything else. It was soothing, in a way, as well as shielded him from the frigid winds that seemed to seek him out specifically whenever he moved above ground. With the war looming over their heads, however, he couldn’t abandon his post as a guardian of the woods, patrolling as often as he could without putting too great of a strain on himself.

Kove had nearly reached the outskirts of the territory by the time the howl broke the silence, capturing his attention and slightly altering his direction. His speed picked up, closing the distance between himself and the treeline quicker than how it would have previously been; he was drawn in by the call, unable to ignore it or continue strolling so casually towards its owner. And when he broke through the shadows and entered the open lands, his eyes found the dark beast with ease, examining her from then and onward.

Further lessening the space between them, he came to a stop when only a few meters still remained, fiery gaze focused solely on her; built well and seemingly healthy, a worthy addition to the pack if he were to judge by appearances alone. “Tell me your name,” he commanded a moment later, eyes snapping up to meet her own. “Followed by your reason for being here.” To join, he assumed, though he wouldn’t put it past someone to visit the woods for the sheer sake of saying they’d done so and survived—or to visit a friend, as he was sure that the travels of those within the pack were never free of interactions.