Otter Creek A Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Might not be a thread with him, but I found Sebastian's theme song. This song has been stuck in my head for days, and yet I only just realized that is could fit him. :o Poor Seb. @Burke

Since the creation of Bearclaw Valley, it was Kove's first time away from his new home. Everything was going well and working out nicely, and though they'd hit a bump once or twice, it had smoothed itself over. The main bump, however, had not gone away. It did not terrorize the pack or anything, but chewed away at his mind instead. Not too long before his departure, he had met someone. Not just anyone, either, but the son of one of his Brothers. He'd never taken Burke for the type to settle down and start a family, and judging by how his son spoke of him, he believed his assumptions to be entirely true. There was no way in hell someone would speak ill of a parent as the younger male had unless given a reason to. While he had defended the tank when speaking to his kid, the same would not be the case if he saw the large man. His leaving had, allegedly, lead to the death of a decent portion of the boy's family, and the ghost knew how something like that felt. It could eat away at one's entire being, taking away bits and pieces until they were no longer who they'd originally been before. Luckily for Kove, he'd come to terms with what had happened long ago, and accepted it as nature so it wouldn't haunt him. It was obvious that the Rochester boy hadn't been able to do that, though, which only drove the pale king to move quicker.

Kove was unsure what he would do when he confronted his Brother about his family. The thought of leaving the situation alone to sort itself out had, regrettably, crossed the pallid lupine's mind once or twice, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. It seemed wrong to do something like that, and he wouldn't allow himself to simply go about his days as if he'd never met the younger wolf. With a deep sigh, he brought himself to a stop and took in his surroundings, realizing he was at the creek that drained into the large lake. He was close enough to call for the Dark Brother if he so desired, but chose not to. Not right away, anyways. Instead, he told himself that he would get closer to the dark forest after taking a short break, and then call for the living tank to talk to him, and after that he would try to speak with Damien. Poor kid hadn't seen him in awhile, and the Inuit man felt bad for that. After all, he'd made a promise, and now that his pack was settled he intended to keep it.

His mind tried to push his plans to the back for a moment so he could better calm himself, but it was to no avail. They would keep popping right back to the front of his head to remind him, even though there was no way he could forget something like that in the span of three seconds. He wasn't some goldfish. After failing numerous times to put his thoughts on the back burner, Kove eventually just gave up and let his mind beat him, as odd as that might sound. He would be continuing forward soon, anyways, so it was no longer any overly large problem if his mind wished to cooperate or not. Before heading off, the man dipped his cranium down and brought his muzzle close to the steady and cold creek, satisfying his thirst that had started to grow. After, he sat and licked the stray droplets from his maw, using the calming silence as an opportunity to keep him relaxed. Though he was no longer under Meldresi's rule in the pack, he was still beneath her as a Dark Brother, and did not wish to break any rules by having an unfriendly spar with Burke.