Blackfeather Woods Switch the light off, welcome to the night

When the day came that Damien was made an official member of the Brotherhood, Kove hoped to be there to congratulate him. By then, though, who knows if the Inuit would even been allowed to leave the valley. There was no way to tell what would happen, but he still wished to be their when the boy earned his mark either way. Even if he needed to sneak away to do so, he would figure something out. After all, the young wolf deserved that much.

“That would be good,” he commented, already looking forward to the day the miniature shadow visited the valley. Kove thought it might be best to speak with Scarlett ahead of time, just so she knows he'll be there, but would save that for later. He didn't want her stealing his buddy away the second he entered the territory. He wouldn't let Damien be sucked into the albino's puppy-hoard, or so his mind told him. There was no doubt he would cave if she asked to tag along when the whelp was given the full tour and introduced to everyone (especially Arthur). “Sounds like the perfect plan,” the man stated, sporting a joyous grin of his own. “We can do all sorts of other things, too. Anything you'd like, really. If you see a white wolf with red eyes, though, I would recommend hiding unless you want coddled.” It was a joke, of course, but a whisper of a warning still lingering within it. He loved Scarlett to bits, but wasn't entirely sure how the boy would react to practically being cosseted by a woman he would have only just met.