Blackfeather Woods A Corpse in My Bed

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The male continued along on the route he’d made for himself, keen eyes carefully picking apart everything around him. It had taken a morsel of time and patience in order for him to release his skills of the rust that had built up over them, but luckily for him, everything currently seemed to be in working order. He was not going to be wasteful of what talents he possessed, nor would he neglect to carry out the duties that came with his trade. As he progressed with his task, however, something caught his attention. There was a slight trace of a familiar scent, though it was not the wind that brought it to his nose. Instead, it seemed to cling to the land itself, allowing the male to figure out just how long the woman had been staying there. To him, her time spent along the borders did not matter—not yet, at least. He had no relation to her, so wherever she wished to sleep was of no concern to him. He did praise her, silently, for her assumed dedication to watching out over the borders. Kove had met the onyx wolf only once so far, but could already tell she’d make an excellent Warden.
 
Despite the strong presence of the scent, his legs did not cease to carry him forward. It was his job just as much as it was hers, and two sets of eyes was almost always better than one. When a voice sounded a short distance ahead of him, though, he did stop in his tracks. Xan? Scare her? What the hell had the kid been up to since they’d entered the woods that had an adult directing such a sentence towards him? The thought of the young Inuit actually scaring someone much older than he had the father smiling and giving a slow shake of his head. “What did my son do to frighten you?” he questioned, having moved forward enough to reveal himself to the other wolf. He stopped a little ways off in front of her, a sliver of a smile present on his face. Deep down, he knew he probably shouldn’t be condoning such behavior from the boy, but really couldn’t help it. It was shocking to hear that the albino had pulled off the task of frightening not just any wolf, but a member of Blackfeather who was also older than himself. Alas, not a trace of that emotion showed through on the ghost’s face. The only thing he allowed to be visible was the slight upturn of the corners of his lips, as well as his presence as a whole.