The male's legs had moved once more so he was standing as he readied himself to continue on towards the dark forest. The wind was against him, not allowing him to smell Burke coming, but he could see him. It would be hard to miss the grey male, as he wasn't exactly built to be able to hide. He did his best to keep his cool, since coming off as crazy right off the bat wouldn't exactly be a good thing, and could possibly even get him into trouble. Besides, he wanted to avoid having another physical battle with his fellow Brother. “Burke,” the Inuit greeted curtly. To any onlookers, and possible even the other man, it might seem as if Kove was upset over nothing. They hadn't spoken in awhile, and in that time the tank certainly hadn't done anything to negatively effect the ghost, but how it may appear did not matter to him. Someone he had called his friend had left out the fact that he had a son, and had also seemed to have forgotten the fact that he abandoned his family. It wasn't an uncommon thing for wolves to want to go on and see new things, but at the cost of the lives of their family was a terrible thing. Something he couldn't stand for.

“Don't have a son?” the pale wolf repeated in disbelief. “Could have fooled me. He's the spitting image of you, Burke, just isn't as big. I'm sure he'll match you completely once he's experienced more, aside from that rabbit tail of yours, of course.” A humorless smile flicked across his face at that. Okay, maybe there was some humor behind it, but he forced it away the second it showed. He was suppose to be upset with the man, wasn't he? Truthfully, no, he wasn't, but he believed he should be, and that was all that mattered in his mind. “Whether you think you formed connections with him or not doesn't matter,” Kove stated, his tone insinuating that his words should have been the most obvious thing around. “He knows you to be his father, and that knowledge alone was enough for him to form his own connection towards you. Even if you didn't know it existed, it was still there and he's turned it into something of a hatred, all because you abandoned him.” The younger male had worded it as if Burke's leaving had caused the death of many of his family, which didn't seem that unlikely to Kove. If the place was a dangerous one, then the absence of the tank's size alone probably made quite the difference. Of course, the ghost didn't have the full story. All he had was what the boy had told him.

To make up for his actions, but more to make sure nothing caught the tank by surprise, Kove decided he should tell the man of his son. How he was like, his opinion of him, but more importantly, the fact that Sebastian had an idea of where his father was, and the Inuit had a sneaking suspicion that he might act on that knowledge. “You should know to be prepared for an appearance from your son,” he informed him. “The boy Scarlett has been looking after told him to check out Blackfeather if he wished to find you, and from how he acted, I am certain he will eventually find his way to the pack's doorsteps to confront you. I warned him of the forest to try and keep him away for a bit, because I was unsure how you would react to his appearance, and also because I didn't know how the possibility of him getting harmed would effect you. I got the sense he wasn't too caring towards you, but until now, I hadn't know that the feeling was a mutual one.” Even then, Kove couldn't quite figure out just how the two would react towards each other. Sebastian had seemed pretty set on telling his father off, and he could only assume what was going through Burke's mind, but that was while they were apart. Would it play out differently than planned if they actually met? He was curious to know, but wasn't entirely sure he wished to, or even could, be around when the meeting occurred.

Kove felt a low growl rising in his throat, but shoved it back down before a single sound could escape him. From the way the words sounded, it seemed as if Burke was actually willing to kill his own son, or at least harm him, if he ever came around. The pale being had warned the younger male of the danger when he'd met him, though, so he hoped the boy would heed his warning and stay away. Deep down, however, he knew that would never happen. “You would harm one of your own blood?” the man inquired, even though he was certain he already knew the answer. Even if the memories of the tank's old home where bad ones, harming one of his own blood still seemed far too extreme. Then again, Kove couldn't relate to the time of place he'd come from. His old home had been a closely knit family, and though fights occasionally broke out over silly things and his father had been strict in teaching him the ways of Inuit men and of a leader, nothing overly horrible such as Burke's situation had ever broken out.

He didn't particularly appreciate the dismissive tone his fellow Brother took with him, but, once again, did not voice his own complaint. He started passed the grey man, but stopped shortly after and glanced over his shoulder. “For both your sake and his, I hope the inevitable meeting with your son goes well,” he stated, turning away from the other towards the ending of his words. “Even if you don't recognize him as your own, he is still family to you, and I doubt killing a member of your family is something anyone can live with—even someone like yourself.” With that, he continued walking without a second glance back, heading straight towards the shadow-filled forest. As he walked, he worked to clear his head of the encounter and talk with Burke. He was going to meet Damien, after all, and didn't want to risk bringing the boy down with his thoughts and opinions.