Bearclaw Valley there's no time for fairy tales

The greeting seemed casual enough, which was a small surprise. From their first meeting, the ghost had suspected him of being a more formal lupine, but his assumption had, apparently, been incorrect. He found it good, though, as formal interactions could get boring after awhile. He wished to befriend the other male, as both were close to Scarlett, just in different ways. His attempt to befriend and gain the trust of the younger boy in the albino's life had, more or less, failed, so he saw this as a second chance to make up for that. Like with Adlartok, he didn't expect to become best friends with him in the span of a second, but hoped to at least have a chance this time around. Kove knew he may not have made the world's greatest first impression back when he'd first seen the silver male with the pale woman.

“True,” he noted. The ghost had already witnessed what happened when the crimson-eyed belle did not eat, and he didn't want to ever witness that again. Such a thing had caused a small squabble between the two, and though it was quickly settled, he didn't want to risk a repeat in the future. “I guess we wouldn't want anyone to starve. If any of the others get anything like Scarlett when they're stomachs are empty, then we'd be in trouble.” His head shook slightly to clear the memory of it away for the time being. He could only imagine what would happen if anyone starved or were forced to overwork themselves. It probably wouldn't be anything close to good. “After anything specific?” Kove asked, a bit curious about what he'd been able to find. So far, the Inuit knew of their being otters and maybe beavers, as well as some cervines of sorts, but the rest of the prey had yet to be noted.