Bearclaw Valley Can we start over?

The fact that they did not know one another well had never dawned on the male when he'd approached her. The only thing that had been going through his mind was that she was back, for one, and also his curiosity as to where she'd gone in the first place. In truth, he didn't possess the right to be angry with her over leaving, nor would he have been even if he did. Still, he couldn't say he was glad she'd gone away, as for awhile there they'd had a member count that simply wouldn't rise. He watched her closely as she gave him a bow of acknowledgement, before hearing her reasoning behind leaving. Travelling. The pull of the unknown, the need to travel over great expanses of land... he knew the feeling all too well, which worked to the woman's favour. While he hadn't been overly upset before, the sliver of concern he had felt slithered away with her answer. She was a traveler, a wanderer, a wolf looking to see the sights the world had to offer her. For that, he could not blame her, as the same could be said about him. Kove had settled down and made ties, that was true, but the need to experience new things was always there. It gnawed at the back of his mind, but it's presence had been dulled considerably with the arrival of his children into the world—as well as with his realization that he needed to strengthen his bonds to Blackfeather and the Brotherhood once more.

"I hope your journeys were enjoyable," he said then, his words genuine. Kove was not one to be sarcastic, after all, and wasn't about to start then. A small smile even touched his lips, though it was quick to fall away into a neutral expression when he heard her question. The Inuit's posture, expression, and even the look in his eyes became neutral, too—something that was neither positive or negative. The change was quick enough that, unless she'd been paying close attention, it would have most likely gone unnoticed by the woman before him. "I have been well," the ghost answered, tone even and calm, not a even a hint of anything else being permitted to enter his voice. "Have you been good, too?" It was only natural to return to the question, as the motion of doing so was a polite and civilized thing. Plus, it helped that he didn't wish to focus much on himself, as that would give his mind the opportunity to wander to places it shouldn't be permitted to go.