Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

The ghost had been off away from the den, for once. He'd planned to wait outside it, but had eventually needed to go off and relieve himself, as well as chase down a hare or two. Once they'd been caught, he'd stored them away and then started back towards the den his children resided in. A detour had been made in order to check out the waterfall, as well as the tunnel that lied behind it, but the action was brief. The howl that sounded through the valley caused his head to raise and his ears to perk up, a sliver of curiosity behind his eyes. Still, he debated on whether or not he should answer it, despite that fact that it was to summon the pack members. He was a member of the pack, had been for awhile now, and yet he couldn't help but consider ignoring the voice of his soon-to-be-ex lover. The tunnel was probably far more interesting, anyways, but he knew he couldn't use that as an excuse, or as a distraction. The fall of the water was still too much, leaving him unable to get to it. Later, he'd check it again, and hope that it was accessible. For now, however, he saw no way he could avoid the others, and so he started in the direction from which the howl had sounded.

Kove arrived right after Desna had spoken, the time it took him to get there just enough to keep him from hearing what his daughter had said. He would have corrected her, had he known what she'd told the other wolf. He also would have answered his son's question, had it been spoken aloud, but since that was not the case, he took on a silence approach. His expression was neutral at first, until he saw Xan come up to him, greeting him in the language the elder had missed hearing and using so much. It was the language of his home, and he was glad to share it with his only son. The man had considered teaching his daughters, too, but was unsure if they'd be interested in learning it. "Ilângai," the elder returned, giving a gentle nudge to the smaller male in greeting. He could not recall if he'd taught him the word yet, but assumed he had when he started walking beside him. Either that, or Xan was just going along with what was happening.

Coming to a stop a meter or so away, he focused his copper gaze on the unknown female, before looking down to his daughter. "Too close, Desna," he told her, not liking her being near a stranger. "Be careful." His eyes trailed back up to look at the face of the pale-coated female, almost as if he was examining her. He'd told himself he was going to better his skill of reading others, as the ability had grown rusty, and she was as good a candidate as any. The woman appeared harmless enough, and hadn't made any attempts to hurt the dark child before her, despite the fact that the little girl had presented the opportunity to do so numerous times. "Welcome to the valley," he finally said, having allowed a few extra seconds of silence to pass by. He'd heard her name, thankfully, as well as the fact that she was new. While he did not trust her around his children, and was still uncertain of her himself, he decided to play nice and see how things unfolded. "My name is Kove Apaata, and I see you've already met Desna." The man gave a formal nod of his head as he introduced himself, then looked right back to the woman. "This is my son, Alexander, and I'm sure you'll meet his other two sisters, Nanook and Sesi, later." He assumed the two other children would come out as well, though he understood that they were bound to move at their own paces.