Blackfeather Woods Shadows don't blink.

Interesting stories indeed. There were numerous stories he held, all from his time in Blackfeather. From interrogations to spars, he remembered every detail of it all. Even the first time he’d explored the tunnels beneath them—the same tunnels he'd yet to step foot in since his return, or even go near enough to see the ruin they'd met. As dark as the pack seemed to outsiders, it had actually provided him with many fun situations and stories. Some may view what he deemed "fun" as being warped, but many of the activities had brought him a genuine sense of excitement. There had been bad things, too, of course, but the good had overruled it without even needing to try. A grin attempted to take over his face, causing the corners of his lips to twitch as he gave a nod of his head. “I do,” he voiced. “Plenty of stories. I’d be more than happy to share some with you, if you’re ever interested.” Though he was not a storyteller at heart, he was decent enough to at least share some things he’d experienced.
 
Kove gave a nod, showing he was still listening to what was being said. He could understand the change in things, seeing as many of those who’d been apart of it all had left. Slade, Bane, Crescendo… well, he was glad Crescendo was no longer around, but the other two, not so much. They’d been Brothers, just as he was, and had been there long before he was even aware of the dark wood’s existence. He quirked an eyebrow at the mention of “soft” wolves, and nearly lost it at the part about “normal” wolves. Even the way she’d said it was amusing, but he kept himself from laughing. He did, however, allow for a grin to crack through his previously neutral features. “Soft? I suppose they didn’t last long, did they?” A chuckle came out at the end of his sentence, but he regained his composure soon after. “’Normal wolves’?” he mimicked. “I think we’re all normal, in our own rights. You’ll have to be more specific.” He was only teasing, of course, not that his tone really allowed for that to be gotten across. The ghost had a clue as to what she’d meant, and it just seemed odd to him. “Normal” wolves just didn’t join Blackfeather. Everyone who joined was odd in some way, at least in an outsider’s perspective. Their oddities were quite normal in Kove’s eyes, though. It was something he’d gotten used to.
 
The male was a bit interested after hearing some had left to start their own pack, but didn’t ask anything about it. He wondered if they’d been given Meldresi’s blessing as well, or if his own failure had ruined the chances of that ever happening for anyone again. Deciding not to think too far into it, as it wasn’t even his business, he went along with the woman’s change of topic. “Currently, the only trade I’ve got is the Warden trade,” he answered. “What about you? Any trades yet?” Kove felt it necessary to return the question, but not entirely out of his own interest. True, he wished to learn more about the other, but knowing their trades wasn’t always a good way to judge someone's character. The cruelest wolf around could be an ace at healing, and the smallest of furballs could be a warrior. While most seemed to pursue trades that “fit” them, he didn’t want to assume anything.