Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

The arrival of their enemies went by unnoticed, at first, a great deal of distance between them and him. But the wind was a kind soul, offering up their scents and setting the northerner on edge—and, if that weren’t enough to convince him, the howl of his packmate made everything clear: the battle had begun. Even without the snapping of jaws and tearing of flesh, the fact alone that they were within the realm of the dark forest was a hit far worse.

Kove did not hesitate to meet them, coming up last alongside his comrades, but just as eager to fight as they; he did not take the lead, he wasn’t so arrogant as to make himself a fool and rush into battle. No—he was the calculative sort, keeping to Iliksis’ right and waiting for them to make the first move; he’d always played the defense, he could not so easily switch to the offense now.