Blackfeather Woods Shadows don't blink.

Even with her having revealed her cuspids to him, the male kept a neutral expression. It was not like the verbal spar he’d had against Scarlett, which had caused him to lose his composure and visibly threaten her. He’d been pushed to that point by something he knew the woman before him could not do, but that the albino had been fully capable of doing. Technically, he noted, the shaded character standing in front of him could steal his children—or rather, child, since the others were far away—but the consequences that would come about with that were surely unappealing enough to keep her away. The woman was just an unknown pack member, after all, and not even a member of the Brotherhood. He’d have no problem tearing into her if push came to shove, though his rational side assured him something like that would not come about. As she adjusted herself, he kept his gaze on her, his thoughts slowly being pushed to the side as he worked to take in her posture and body language.
 
Though she’d taken a step forward, Kove did not move, his body staying still in place instead. He’d always been one to do well with reading the unspoken emotions of others, but his skills had grown rusty during his time away. There’d never been a reason to use them in the valley, as nearly everyone had worn their hearts on their sleeves, revealing their entire essence rather than hiding themselves away behind a veil. Even so, he caught the look in her eyes, and gave a flick of his ear to acknowledge it. When she finally spoke, he caught the amusement in her words, though there was an underlying tone that was not easily ignored. She seemed like a serious being, as many of the woods were. There were few, he found, who possessed a more laid-back side, and one of which was long gone. He’d always wondered what had happened to Bane, even though he never actually went searching for him.
 
In response to her query, he gave a short shake of his head. “I lived here quite some time ago, but had left in order to start something. That something met its end, so I decided to return home.” He decided against elaborating on what that “something” was, deeming it to no longer be of any importance. The pack had ended, his relationship too, so he’d returned home. A short, uneventful story, really, better off not being told. “Nice to meet you, Nemesis. I’m Kove.” With introductions out of the way, a question was brought to his attention. “How long have you been in Blackfeather?” He was curious, wanting to learn a bit about the other member, though neither his voice or expression betrayed his emotion.