Bearclaw Valley Call for help

*Kove awkwardly crashes the girl par-tay*

The man made his way through the territory leisurely, having no reason to move quickly. His legs carried him along the river bank, leading him away from the waterfall. Still, he'd yet to explore what laid behind the rushing water, but knew it could wait. Kove's mind wandered from the hollowed space behind the waterfall, and right to thoughts of Scarlett. He wondered where she'd gone, though a part of him was sure he already knew. The pale woman looked after two young wolves, one he'd met and another he'd only ever seen with a few passing glances. His voice had never reached the girl, as he'd never attempted to have it do so. Curiosity over who the girl was exactly and what she might be doing with the albino got the better of him, essentially steering him away from the river and towards the den his lover had dug out for them.

A howl, which belonged to said albino, sounded through the air just then, and the direction it'd come from confirmed his suspicions. The call was not for him, but for the brown coated girl he'd met with Scarlett. She was aiming to be a healer, if Kove recalled correctly, and it fascinated him greatly—more or less only because he had next to no knowledge on herbs and other useful plants. Once he'd arrived at the den, he was met with the sight of the crimson-eyed belle, the darker furred female, and a small glance at the frail form he believed to be his lover's adopted daughter. His ears perked up ever so slightly to catch the girl's small voice, then looked to Outcry. Perhaps the healer-in-training was to take a look at her, maybe even help patch up some more wounds if they'd opened. For now, he stayed silent and just watched the three females, unsure of what was going to happen, or if he would even be asked to hang around.