Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

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The man was uncertain of what he was looking to find, exactly. A lone wolf would be nice, but at this point it didn't really matter to him. The ranks of the pack were filling out quite nicely, and though they had room for more members, Bearclaw wasn't in desperate need of any at the moment. Though he did not know what he expected to find, he had believed he was sure of what he wouldn't find, an that was a Blackfeather wolf. His assumptions were proved wrong, however, as he caught the familiar scent of the pack he was once in, and was actually rather surprised when he saw who gave it off. Though the boy had grown significantly since he'd last seen him, there was no denying that he was still the same kid he'd played a game of hide-'n-seek with. Going by the way he held himself, and the way he greeted the elder, Kove was sure he must not remember him. A bit disheartening, but not overly so. It had been awhile, and the child had still been rather young back then. Even so, the man decided to at least try and jog his memory.

“Hello, Cicero,” he greeted in return, offering the younger male a hint of a smile. It was only then did he notice just how far the boy was from home, and couldn't help but be curious of that. He sniffed the air, but didn't catch the scent of any other Blackfeather wolves. It had been some time since the pups were born, and he should have realized that it would be normal for them to be traveling away and exploring by then. Hell, he'd started wandering away at an earlier age, so he waved the idea away. “You've traveled pretty far from the woods,” he noted, trying to make conversation. The Inuit was unsure what to talk about with the boy anymore, truthfully.