Bearclaw Valley Tâvanimiut

For @Azaria

When he'd first heard the new member use the same language he'd grown up with, he'd been shocked, to say the least. He knew others used it, too—such as certain packs, tribes, and clans that lived near his place of birth—but he hadn't heard any wolf utter a single word of it since he'd arrived in the Wilds. It had disappointed him quite a bit at first, but he had later learned to accept it. Despite his lack of using it, the male could never forget a single word, as it was closer to being his first tongue than English was; he'd actually grown learning both at the same time, though. Nevertheless, it interested him, and made him wish to learn more about the female. He knew she was from the North, that much was obvious, but he didn't know which part specifically. For all he knew, the man could have very well passed by or visited her place of birth when he was younger, and had either not seen her or couldn't remember her. Given the space between the areas in which they were born, it was highly unlikely they'd ever met before, but he didn't know about that little issue in distance.

Kove looked towards the den he'd been situated near for awhile now, making sure there were no little escape artists trying to leave. Satisfied by the fact that no one seemed to be poking their heads out at the moment, he stood up from his spot and gave a quick shake, clearing his pale coat of any debris. His long legs began carrying him in the direction of the waterfall, a place he had grown to like very much. It was peaceful, the rush of water calming, and the passageway hidden behind the falling water was a huge plus. He wished to check on that, but he also wanted to be a little ways off from the den before calling out for the other Northerner. There were a number of questions he had for her, each one swirling around in his head as he moved towards his destination. His steps were as quiet as usual, too, allowing him to think freely without any sorts of noises interrupting him. It was only when he heard the rushing of water, did he pause in his thoughts so he could complete another task. Again, the Inuit found himself checking the tunnel entrance, pleased to see it was getting better. It wasn't perfect just yet, but he was sure it would be back to normal within the next few days.

Turning away from the space behind the waterfall, he moved a few paces forward so as not to be right next to the liquid as it crashed down and rumbled. Tilting his head back towards the sky, Kove let a low howl leave his throat through his opened maw, calling for the one who shared the tongue of his people. Azaria. The curiosity of her had hooked right into his mind, and seemed reluctant to leave unless he'd learned more about her. Such a thing did not show in his demeanor, however, nor did it spread across his face. He kept a neutral expression, moreover, though he did allow a trace of his interest to shine in his copper gaze. Patiently, he waited, looking forward to speaking with the woman he hoped to start a friendship with.