Blackfeather Woods You shall not pass

Between the way the younger acted and the way he spoke, distinguishing what irritated Kove the most was virtually impossible. When he had arrived in Teekon and joined Blackfeather, the wolves of the woods would have never missed anything, especially if it was said or done directly to them. They had been attentive creatures and respectful members of the pack, but it seemed such valued traits were no longer present in every member. The old blood had been cast away or departed for unknown reasons, leaving space for new blood to arrive and make themselves at home. Normally, such a change would not have bothered the Inuit. He did not mind seeing new faces or having to familiarize himself with new members, for that was just something that happened. Packs were always acquiring—or losing—followers, it was just how things worked. The actions and words of Oli, however, had him wondering what type of future laid in store for the pack he loved so dearly.

For the first time in what seemed like ages, a flicker of emotion could be caught within the gaze of the pallid guardian. Anger. As soon as it was there, however, it was gone. Not even a trace remained, making anyone who'd seen it questioned if it'd been there at all. "If you think I'm the type to miss something told to me directly, especially by someone higher in rank than myself, then you are severely mistaken," the ghost stated, voice smooth yet cold, capable of freezing Hell itself. To make matters worst, it seemed as if the dark figure did not even fully grasp the error of his ways. That struck a nerve with the ghostly lupine, though he refrained from showing any bit of his annoyance. "It is a big deal, whether you realize it or not, because you did ignore him. It might not have been intentional, but what does that say about how much you respect him if you can miss what he says so easily?" He quirked an undefined eyebrow at that, but did not wait for the other to respond. Instead, his gaze slid over to Burke, almost as if to silently ask him for permission to put the lower-ranked male back in his place. Soon after, however, he averted his gaze and gave an unnoticeable shake of his head, dismissing the idea. It was neither the time nor the place to act out against the younger wolf, and he doubted whether or not the other was worth his time of day.

Deciding against wasting a moment longer on Oli, the phantom moved forward and continued on with why he had answered the call in the first place. He was there to patrol, not show some little shit his worth. His attention was on the borders, as well as the leader. As he neared another tree, he repeated his previous actions and raked his claws down the length of its trunk, leaving his mark and scent behind. He did the same for several more trees, before stopping and looking over to Burke. "Are we heading around to every border, or just this one for now?" he asked, curious of what the plan was. Whether they trailed along one or all did not matter to him, for he would keep pace either way.