Blackfeather Woods Relax take it easy

Early that morning, the man had been awoken from his light slumber. To what he needed to show his gratitude towards for waking him was unknown, and he didn’t bother tracking the source down, either. It was of little importance, anyways. As he’d looked around, he found his son had yet to return to their sleeping quarters, but didn’t think too far into it—or at least he tried not to. He’d encouraged the child to go out and explore, to learn of things that interested him, and he’d done just that. The thoughts of potential danger where there, nagging at his fatherly side to try and get him to seek the boy out, but he ignored it all. The child was fine, he knew that to be certain. No matter how arrogant young Xan was, the ghost believed him to be capable of knowing what battles to fight and which ones to run from. Still, despite his forceful shoves of any intrusive urges, they would continue to pop up and try to catch him off guard. Having felt the need to keep busy in order to quiet his mind, Kove had set off to take care of some things around the pack.
 
Since then, he’d been out and about, doing what he felt needed to be done and keeping himself without a single free moment. From hunting to inspecting a few of the tunnel entrances, and even to looking into the “spirit” situation within the swamps. When things within the territory had been checked out, he’d found himself heading straight towards the borders—which he then went to work patrolling. It all managed to exhaust him just enough to keep the tempting thoughts at bay, and allowed him a moment of silence. It was nice to not having his parental worries hitting him from every direction, as was it to have gotten some things done.
 
Kove was returning from a trek along the northern borders, when his eyes landed on a form positioned off a little ways. Though he did not recognize the male, a quick intake of air revealed he was another member of the woods. It only served as a reminder for how much had changed, and how many new faces he’d yet to become acquainted with. Feeling it to be important to know who he worked and lived alongside, the Inuit did not turn to head off in a different direction. Instead, he set his course straight for the dark figure, chuffing a greeting as he grew closer. “Enjoying the day?” he asked, stopping a short distance away as he did so. He didn’t know what the man was chewing on, nor was he overly interested in finding out. After all, it wasn't his business what the stranger put in his mouth.