operation little birdie

Kove never gave much thought on whether his words would hurt the girl or not, since he didn't really care what happened to her. She was an enemy, not even worthy of becoming a meal for himself or the other wolves. If she tried to pull anything, he'd simply kill her and dispose of the body somewhere, or perhaps offer it to Meldresi and her children as a gift. Mentally, he relieved himself of such thoughts, not wishing to do anything within his new home. It was to be a place where Scarlett felt safe, and he worried that leaving a puddle of fox blood somewhere might effect that. He might not like foxes all too much, but he loved the albino woman. For her, he would allow the girl to keep her life, but only if she didn't do anything deserving of death. "I won't eat you," he said, not having to lie there. Even if he was starving, he'd probably never eat such a smelly creature. "If you don't try anything, you'll be allowed to leave with your life." If being the key factor, as he didn't really think a vulpine of any sort would be able to act decently.

The man's copper gaze followed the fox's form as she jumped down from the tree. He didn't wait for her to speak before turning around, walking towards the maple forest. His ears where positioned in a way for him to be able to listen to his follower, and every few steps he'd toss a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was still there. “Make sure you keep up,” he voiced. His legs carried him closer and closer to the maple woods, sticking close to the valley walls to avoid the rive entirely. If she followed him all the way, he would probably give her a good chase before herding her towards the valley's exit. If not, well, he would still give her a good chase and try to steer her out of the valley.