Blackfeather Woods Shadows don't blink.

The ghost gave a nod of his head, agreeing with the woman’s statement. He was far better off in the dark forest, there was no denying that fact. It was his home, after all, the first one he’d had since leaving his place of birth so long ago. He’d witnessed wolves who’d come and gone, and had even become a member of the Brotherhood. His family was within Blackfeather, even if some of them no longer viewed him in such a way. He wondered what would become of the girl before him, if she would ever become a Sister, or simply stay as a regular pack member. Not wishing to assume things, he made the thought move along to the recesses of his mind, and instead focused entirely on the wolf. He noticed the tension that entered her form seemingly at the mention of his name, but said nothing on it. He could only imagine what had been said of him, especially due to his long absence some time ago.
 
When she spoke, his ears caught onto the suspicion in her tone. Hearing her words, his copper gaze narrowed, though he adjusted it once he’d realized that it had happened. The woman was not at fault for what had been said about him, and so he refused to take his frustrations out on her. “I suppose that’s to be expected,” he noted, pushing a short breath out between his teeth. “I was away for a long time, I know I can’t expect anything less.” Though he’d pretty much seen it coming, that didn’t make it any less aggravating. He was confident that the Dark Queen would not gossip in such a manner, leaving him curious about who had been speaking of him. Who all remained that he knew? Burke, perhaps, though he could’ve sworn he’d worked out his differences with the tank back when they’d sparred right after the Inuit’s departure. Then again, there’d been an incident that had taken place after that, making him less reluctant to believe a fellow Brother was speaking negatively of him—not that he didn’t deserve it. Kove still wished to further prove himself, if only in the eyes of the priestess. She was his Queen, after all, no matter who held the 'official' title of leader.
 
“If they haven’t, then they will be,” he informed her, his own thoughts being moved to the back burner so he could pay better attention to what else the girl had to say. He quirked an invisible eyebrow when she’d mentioned the woods not being quite as dark anymore, but then settled back into his usual expression after giving a slight shake of his head. “Not as dark?” He repeated, the query purely rhetorical. “I’m guessing there’s no current captives, then? No recent wolf hunts?” Though the border was marked in blood, that meant little. One could bleed without meeting death, after all. While their prisoner had, eventually, been released, she’d gone home with scars foretelling the story of what she’d experienced. He’d met up with her again at a later time, under better circumstances, but the scars had remained on her. None inflicted by Kove, of course. He’d simply interrogated her back then, earning her trust through lies in order to acquire the information they’d needed. It’d been eventful, and though it’d caused a skirmish between Blackfeather and the girl’s pack, the dark woods had come out on top. “What goes on around here now?” he asked then, wondering what he should expect. “What are the other newer members like?” What would he need to know about the others?