Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

The ghost had caught what appeared to be recognition on the boy's face once he'd shared his name, and his suspicions were confirmed when the boy admitted to knowing him. It wasn't a surprise, since the older wolf already knew that they were aware of one another, but felt somewhat glad the boy had actually been able to remember him. Even if it was nothing more than a foggy memory of a name, he'd take it for the time being. "Glad you remember me, even if it's probably only a little," Kove stated. The memory of their game was still in his mind, and he wondered briefly if that was something the patchwork child could remember or not. Deciding it was unimportant for the time being, he brought his full attention back to the younger male, ears perking up slightly at what he said. "An Outrider, huh?" he said, tone signalling it was purely rhetorical. "I'm sure you'll make a great one." He had never been quite sure what he'd expected the children to grow into, since it didn't really concern him. He had been a member of the pack at the time, and was still a Dark Brother, but the lives of the Queen's children did not have any immediate effect on him. Sure, he would be interested to see what type of lives they ended up leading as adults, but he now had the futures of other children he would need to look out for—his own children. They weren't born yet, that was true, but he still had to prepare for when they arrived. Even still, though, he found himself looking forward to seeing how well of an Outrider Cicero became, and how great of a Warrior his brother became (Potema he wasn't too concerned about, because he didn't really know the girl).

Kove was actually shocked the boy didn't know of the Creek wolf the dark pack had held hostage, until realizing that there was no real reason the boy should have known. The three children had still been pretty young back then, and even if they had met Star by chance, it was highly unlikely any of them would remember her—or, at least, that was what he assumed. "Oh," he said simply, uncertain whether or not he should continue on with the topic. Seeing no reason to continue on with it, he said a rather bland sounding 'now you know', and then dropped the subject. The Inuit couldn't help but let his mind wander, though... If the boy was looking to become and Outrider, then perhaps he had business he needed to attend to? He couldn't quite tell. The boy always seemed to eccentrict, it was difficult to get an accurate read on him. "Did you need to come up North for a reason, like to meet with a member of another pack, or where you just looking to get away from home for a bit?"