Blackfeather Woods You shall not pass

It would seem Kove isn’t being overly friendly, aha~

There was a myriad of words that could have been used in place of what his query was answered with, yet the Inuit did not bring any of them up. Perhaps they were solely his own feelings towards the life of a father, and would not be shared. He did not bother with testing out which thought was the truth, feeling he shouldn’t expect anything more from the grey man. “I believe being a father is the greatest task of all when it comes to responsibility, protection, and much more—even greater than a leading title.” His fiery gaze slid to the side as he glanced at the other, unable to refrain from gauging his reaction. He did not mean any offence, and surely held not the intention of disregarding the role of a leader entirely, he simply felt there was more to fatherhood than anything else. Parenthood in general, whether they were a mother, a father, or just a guardian of some sort, was a gift and a curse. The best of both titles, really, though there were times he wondered if others shared his opinion on it all. There was always that one, slim chance that he was the oddball out, the one whose mind overworked things in order to fit the ideals he’d been brought up with.

Kove moved close to a tree then, pushing himself up onto his hind legs as his forelimbs stretched out towards the trunk. He rested his paws at the highest point he could reach and then began to lower himself back down, dragging his toes along the bark as he did so in order to leave his scent behind. Once he’d completed the task and settled all four feet pack on the ground, he continued along, careful to keep himself alert. He heard the other’s concerns, which he happened to share—not only for the twins, but for his own son, as well. He also wondered how not having a father near at all times would influence his daughters, though that conversation was, possibly, for another time. “The loss of any parent is sure to affect a child,” he commented. “They’ll grow up wondering why they don’t have a mother, possibly even resent her for not staying with them.” He could see that hatred within Xan already, but he hoped that the twins would never feel the same way towards their own mother. Meldresi had been a wonderful woman in life, and her memory would carry on for generations to come. “Having another female around to watch out for them while they grow could help, but no one can truly replace a mother.” The ghost could speak from experience when it came to that. His own parents had died, and though his grandparents had been there to watch out for him and his siblings, no one could actually replace them. There would always be a piece missing from his life, just as there would Xan’s and the twin’s.

A foreign scent infiltrated his nostrils soon after, followed by footfalls he did not recognize. Amongst it all was the familiar fragrance that all Blackfeather wolves carried, however, thus he kept himself from taking any action against the dark male. He had never met Oli before, and was rightfully skeptical of him at first sight. Kove’s mouth stayed shut as a question was directed towards them, his copper gaze roaming over the stranger’s body as he awaited to hear what Burke would say. Of course, he expected him to be welcomed, for more eyes were always better when patrolling, but he did not show his displeasure towards the idea of that happening. Every aspect of his being remained devoid of emotion, features lacking even the smallest of expressions. The new face might be a member of the pack, but that did not mean the pallid man would trust him right from the jump.