Blackfeather Woods Shadows don't blink.

Since his return, Kove hadn’t spent much time along the borders. He was a warden, by trade, but felt as if he owed the land some exploration before being worthy of guarding it once again. There were areas that had changed, he assumed due to the storm from awhile back, and that meant he was in need of some reminders. A jogging of his memory, if you will, to figure out exactly what had been altered, and what had been done to counteract the natural disaster. Despite that, something had drawn him near the borders, if only for a moment, to check things out. There were many he’d met there, and many exciting things that had come about during his time as a warden-in-training. The wolf hunt had, perhaps, been the most exciting at all, the memory of the event being something that would never leave his mind. Satisfied by both the memory and the fact that there was no one there, he’d turned and left, heading back into the recesses of the darkened woods.
 
As the Inuit carried on, a scent eventually met his nose, but it didn’t last long. The winds had shifted, sending his own scent in the stranger’s directions, much to his displeasure. He was glad that he’d at least gotten a hint of the smell, however, as that was all he needed to figure out where the other was. Taking to the treeline, he stalked around the perimeter of the clearing, spotting the wolf in question a few moments later. He knew right away she’d caught his scent, and was no doubt curious as to who he was and why he was there. For a few seconds longer, he kept himself hidden away, observing the shadow and her actions. When her head whipped around to stare in the direction he was in, however, is when he decided to reveal himself fully.
 
Stepping out from his makeshift hiding spot, Kove kept his gaze on the woman before him, studying her. She was a shadow in the forest, just as many who called the place home were. Meanwhile he, like several before him, was a ghost, wandering the woods in silence. On his shoulder stood the mark of the Brotherhood, and though it was in serious need of a touch-up, there was no denying it’s presence against his pale coat. “Looking for me, I'm guessing?” he voiced, quirking an invisible eyebrow as he stood a few meters in front of her. There was a faint smirk on his face, barely noticeable unless one was to pay careful attention.