Blackfeather Woods Let's take a field trip

It felt wonderful to be back in the dark woods, to be home. A part of him missed the valley, or rather, he missed his daughters. It still displeased them him that Xan was the only one to follow, but he couldn’t hold it against the others. They were of his blood, there was no denying that, but genes did not influence the way one wished to live. They’d chosen the light over the darkness, their mother over their father. He would, eventually, investigate to see where they’d settled down at, but for the time being had no plans of leaving Blackfeather. The Inuit needed to reintroduce himself to the territory, to learn firsthand of any differences that had come to light. He knew the storm must have had some sort of effect on the land, and he didn’t want to miss a single thing, or risk falling into trouble. Aside from that, there was also the need to meet the new members. There were many who had joined since he departure, none of which he knew—not by name nor by scent. No matter, he figured he’d eventually cross paths with each of them, it was just a matter of time.
 
Kove made his way through the territory, taking paths he’d once walked along before, and then branching off in directions he didn’t remember well. His intentions were to relearn every inch of the land, just as he’d done in Bearclaw. To know where everything was once again, and to make sure nothing was left untouched by his eyes. Afterwards, he would return to his warden duties, most likely, but that wasn’t currently on his mind. The only thing on his mind was the woods, its inhabitants, and perhaps an ounce or so of worry for what his son might be doing at the time. He’d left the boy on his own, and could only imagine what type of troublesome things he might be contemplating. Giving a soft shake of his head, he continued forward, maneuvering through the shaded land as if he’d never left it. Before long, the scent of another reached his nose, causing his ears to perk up and his gaze to drift around. It was not that of a loner’s, he knew, but it was someone he’d never met—which meant it belonged to a member who had joined after he’d left. Deciding to get introductions out of the way, he followed the scent, stopping only when the wolf was within his line of sight.
 
He watched as the woman was seemingly being pulled towards a willow, curious about what she was up to. As he observed her, the sound of her breathing touched his ears, alerting him to the increase in the amount of times she inhaled and exhaled. “Hey,” Kove called out, wanting to get her attention. “You alright over there?” As usual, he kept his tone even and his expression neutral, preferring to see how the other acted before anything else.