operation little birdie

The ghost made his way through the valley, long legs carrying him effortlessly over the pleasant terrain. It was odd, at times, knowing how rough and rocky the the entrance was, only to see that the inside was without such brashness. He hadn't left the valley since the wolves had made their claim known to the world, but had gone through the boulder path in order to greet a loner wishing to join. Kove had enjoyed the feeling of having a say in who stayed and who went in the pack, though his outer appearance may not have showed such an emotion. He was alone now, though, and due to that he allowed a small smile to creep onto his face as his eyes took in his surroundings. The man really did love his new home, for a number of reasons. The only thing he disliked was knowing that, according to hearsay, some foxes had been seen in the valley. So far, he had yet to spot any with his own two eyes. Up until now, that is.

The scent of a fox was soon invaded his nose, causing his smile to vanish and his face to scrunch in disgust. Based on the strong smell, he knew it to be a red fox, but that didn't change his thoughts. Many foxes were all the same, in the sense that they were thieves, always looking for an easy meal. Without missing a beat, Kove followed after the offensive odor, refusing to stop until he had the vixen in his sights. Experience wise, he had nothing against vulpines like with cougars, but he had been raised to see them as beings that could not be trusted no matter what. In his birth place, his pack had held an agreement with the foxes that helped to keep them away, but every now and again he recalled hearing of someone or another complaining about them. Never had he heard a good thing about a fox. Whether it was that or his curiosity, the fact of the matter continued to be that the pale lupine was steadily closing the distance between himself and the red-furred animal. “What are you doing here?” he inquired, voice breaking the previous silence. His copper gaze stayed focused on her brightly colored fur, watching for a movement of any type.