Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

The Inuit didn't mind that the younger didn't remember him by appearance, since it'd been so long since he'd last seen him. Not wanting to make the boy wait any longer for a name, he parted his mouth in order to speak. “I'm Kove,” he informed the patchwork child, sitting down as he did so. He knew the child and had no reason to be defensive or on edge, so mine as well relax some. The man couldn't help but grin a bit when he heard the boy was exploring. He loved hearing of young going out to learn more of the land by themselves, especially when it brought ones he knew—such as Cicero—closer to where he lived. “Do you explore often?” he inquired, both curious and looking to catch up on what the boy had been doing since he'd left the woods. Now that he thought of it, he realized he should have stopped in to meet with him, too, back when he'd traveled to see Damien.

Kove gave the area a glance of his own when the boy seemed curious of why the pack had gone away. He knew that it was the Creek wolves who once dwelled there, and assumed they'd wanted to put more space between the creek and the woods after the incident with Star. “Maybe they didn't want to risk having another pack mate stolen away,” he commented, though he wasn't too sure himself. It's not like he kept in contact with any of them, since the only one he actually knew was Star. “The pack that was here is the one whose pack member was held captive by Blackfeather, if you can remember that.” It was awhile ago, and the children had still been pretty young back then, but he hoped the boy at least had a faint memory of it. It could have worked as a good learning opportunity for them, so they could realize how sacred the boundaries of a pack was.