Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

Set at Swiftcurrent Creek. Could be for his Outrider trade, but doesn't have to be. c:

The pack had been born strong and with large numbers, but it hadn't been too long after before it'd all started to crumble. Members had started to leave quicker than new ones came, and, eventually, they were left with few remaining members. A part of the ghost wished to claim responsibility for it, as he'd been far too preoccupied with his own life, rather than looking after the other members of the pack. At first, he wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know of anyone looking for a pack, and he didn't have any friends who would be willing to leave their home just to join his—though that was probably due to the fact that many of his friends were within his old pack, Blackfeather. Never had he considered becoming an Outrider, as the trade could conflict with his Warden one, but it seemed he had no choice. It was his duty to keep the pack strong, and to do so they needed some more members. There was no telling what the warm months could bring, and he wanted to be prepared for anything. So, with a large amount of thoughts and ideas fresh in his mind, Kove had set off and out of the valley, intent on acquiring at least one or two wolves who had potential to be apart of Bearclaw.

Kove was unsure where he'd been going at first. He'd simply started walking without a destination in mind and hoped for the best. It wasn't long before a familiar scent greeted him, though. It was stale, leading him to believe the wolves it belonged to hadn't been around in quite some time, which meant that the territory was free to enter. Never had he visited the Creek before, so he was curious to see what the land was like. If it was decent enough, then perhaps some wolves without packs had started to occupy it, or at least used it as a shortcut to other places. He hoped for either, or both, because he would be left empty handed if 'neither' was actually the correct option. The pale king made his way through the area, ears perked and swiveling around every now and again in order to pick up on as many sounds as he could. If anyone was there, whether they be a loner or a member of the pack that previously laid claim to the land, he wanted to find them.