Blackfeather Woods Relax take it easy

The Inuit was to be granted the pleasantry of a conversation, it would seem, which made him glad. With each unfamiliar member he met, the closer he was to knowing of all who lived within the woods again. Once, a long time ago, he had known. Even if he hadn’t necessarily met everyone firsthand, he could still go through and repeat each of their names as if he’d known them their entire life. Good memory, really, and attentive ears. He watched as the darker man spit something out, and the scent of it making his nose twitch. He did not recognize what it was, and wasn’t too interested in finding out, either. Despite that, a bit of information on whatever the other was chewing was revealed to him as a leaf of some sort was picked up. A plant of unknown origin, but why he was chewing on it, Kove might never know.
 
He gave a nod of his head, confirming his identity. “Kove,” he voiced, uncertain of whether or not his name had been given with the information of his and his son’s presence. “Beta, huh? Congrats.” He was still getting used to how much had changed in his absence. The aging of the princess and princes, the promotions that had been given out, and far more. Many things had been missed by him, and yet he was still set on reclaiming all the information he’d lost in his time away. “Would I be wrong to assume you’ve met my son already?” the ghost questioned, curious of what the boy had been up to. He knew the younger had been busying himself, going out and figuring things out on his own. Even so, he knew the younger could be trouble when he wanted to be—thanks to Kove’s side, most likely—and also knew he had no problem with going out and meeting strangers. Though he had never scented the man on Alexander before, he couldn't go by that alone. There were water sources that could easily wipe the scent away, or it could have been covered by that of another.