Otter Creek A Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Kove needs to chill omg

Kove's actions were clearly not normal. The grey tank was his Brother, and the only wolf of the Brotherhood he truly had anything against was the silver-eyed shadow. His actions were influenced heavily by his own experiences, as he was more like the man's son than he'd care to admit. He'd been there to witness his own parents leaving him, though they hadn't had a vote in the decision. Death had decided it was their time, just as he had a year or so before when he'd stolen his sisters away from him. He was too close to the situation, looping his personal experiences in with what Sebastian had gone through. It wasn't right to do that, but his mind was clouded too much by it to see he was acting selfishly. The Inuit man could do nothing to bring his sisters back, nor could he revive his parents, but those facts seemed to only push him to want to reunite father and son all the more. He had, more or less, come to terms with the death of his immediate family members long ago, and understood he could not see them again. Sebastian and his father, however... nothing was stopping them from living as family except for stubbornness and denial; or so Kove believed.

“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.

Slowly, the copper-eyed lupine started to come to his senses. After speaking aloud and hearing what had been within his skull, he started to think more reasonably. The happenings of his own family and the happenings of Burke's family started to pull themselves apart, essentially clearing the pallid man's mind. There might have been a reason for his leaving, one that actually made sense. It still didn't seem right to Kove for someone to abandon their family and leave them for dead, but he decided to give his Brother the benefit of the doubt. Steadily, the glare was removed from his optics, and in it's place he put on a more neutral expression. “Why'd you leave them, Burke?” he inquired, having come to his senses and realized he needed the full story. “What could have forced you to leave your family behind—your blood family, that is?” The wolves of the dark forest, especially those who were apart of the Dark Brotherhood, were very similar to a family, as the pale wolf already knew, making him feel the need to clarify what he was saying.