Blackfeather Woods You shall not pass

The ghost caught sight of the squint sent his way, momentarily believing he should have worded his sentence differently, before inwardly shrugging it off. Even the words that followed seemed to point out his mistake, yet he did not alter his wording. There was no other way to describe what he’d meant to ask, not without outright asking about the tank’s feelings—something he felt himself unable to do with the current state of their relationship. Deciding that remaining quiet was potentially his best, and safest, bet, he did just that. The only display offered to show he’d heard the charcoal wolf’s words was a slight nod of his head. That was all he would give, the idea of digging himself into an even deeper pit entirely undesirable. Unlike his son, the elder Inuit understood that he needed to tread lightly until bridges were mended between himself and his fellow Brother.

A query was posed, catching the pallid male’s attention. “Of course,” he responded, needing not to be asked twice. He enjoyed patrolling the borders, for it was both relaxing and capable of giving him a sense of purpose. As they moved along, he couldn’t help but ask about something that had earned his curiosity. “How are you enjoying fatherhood?” Small talk was helpful in passing the time, but that was not his only reasoning for asking. He was genuinely interested in hearing how the brute was faring with the raising of his children, especially now since he was a single father. Even though he had the entire pack to back him up and assist him, the entire pack was not a parent of either of the twins. Being a lone father himself, that was something Kove understood.