Bearclaw Valley mini explorer

@Chevalier

As the name of the child, once again, fell from the boy's maw, Kove didn't pay it much mind. He gave a gentle shake of his head, as if he was silently dismissing the boy's constant repetition of his name. The name he was given as a substitute to his true name—a stand-in name, really. It made him curious about what his real name was, again, but given the age of the child, he doubted he'd be able to remember it, let alone pronounce it. If only he'd gone on another trip to Blackfeather recently, perhaps the poor whelp wouldn't be so far from his parents and siblings. Alas, the past could not be changed, though he did plan on making a trip to the Woods relatively soon. Maybe, while there, he would learn of the new mother's missing child, and be able to connect the pieces. For now, however, his attention was focused solely on the sand-coloured bundle in front of him.

With a curious gaze that harboured a humorous glint to it, Kove watched as the young knight fell into a playful crouch. When the child launched forward in order to attack his paw, the pale being had to force himself not to laugh. His milk teeth where not something to fear, especially since the child was only going after his paw—and with all the travelling he'd done in his lifetime, it came as no surprise that the boy's motions did not harm him. He'd marched over snow that was sharper than the tiny lion's teeth, but even still, he did not want to crush his fighting spirit. So, the Inuit let out a low yelp. The falsity of the sound was sure to be detected by any adults within earshot, as he hadn't attempted to make the sound convincing. Even so, he was certain it'd be enough to lead the child to believe it was authentic. To better sell the act, just in case, the pale being even pulled his paw away and set it back down an incredibly short distance away from Leo. "You got me good," he exclaimed, though his voice barely rose any higher than the tone he usually spoke with.