Blackfeather Woods You shall not pass

Get well soon, Lauren~!
Fade soon, guys?

In all honesty, the pallid man was relieved when he noticed his silent request had gone unseen. He recognized that to do so would be taking matters too far, and resented the fact that he'd allowed for himself to be bothered so much by the male. As of late, he'd been feeling a bit off, something he chalked up to being nothing more than the common cold. Though none of his symptoms resembled such, he could think of nothing else to explain it. Still, he knew that was no excuse, and though he would never apologize for his actions, he did feel an ounce of remorse for acting immaturely—just an ounce, however, nothing more.

With his question answered, Kove simply nodded, as he did when he caught sight of one from the leader. Though he had been skeptical of the charcoal male being the sole leader of the pack at first, he had gotten over such feelings. They were Brothers until the end, after all; besides, Meldresi had put enough faith in him to appoint the tank leader. If the late queen could trust him with her kingdom, then he could trust him as his new leader and treat him with the necessary respect. It was as simple as that. With that trust came the need to protect, to defend, just as he'd felt towards the priestess. To allow someone to dishonour their leader, even if it was something as small as missing a word in a sentence, was an act the ghost would not sit by and allow to happen without consequence.

Out of nowhere, there came the undeniable sound of someone vomiting. Kove stopped just as he'd reached the next tree he would mark and looked back over his shoulder, fiery gaze landing directly onto the onyx male. He then slid his eyes to the side in order to look at Burke, curious of what he had to say on the matter. Personally, the Inuit assumed it was nothing more than the nerves getting to him. He did not suspect for even a moment that the other might be ill, for he did not care enough about him to truly inspect his expressions and body language. Uncertain of what would arise from the event, he stood in place and awaited the word of the larger man.