Blackfeather Woods DB: The First Consult

*dramatic arm wave* bEHOLD, MY WoNdErFuL PRAYER WRITING SKILLZZZ

When a howl requesting his presence had sliced through the chilled air, the male was quick to start in the direction form which it'd come. His steps had started off as being quick, fluid and eager to reach his destination. The ghost's ears had perked up though and his movements stopped, briefly, when he'd noticed it was not only for him, but Nemesis as well. Their meeting remained fresh in his mind, reminding him of the uncertainties he'd felt and continued to feel with each passing day. It'd made him hesitant, wondering what might happen to his innards if he were to see her again. With a soft shake of his head all thoughts were either dismissed or put on hold, and then his movements were continued. He'd remained alert all the while, unconsciously searching for a trace of the darkened woman as he'd reached Burke. Once she had arrived, he'd given her a soft nod in greeting, before forcibly removing his gaze in order to focus on the greyscale man.

Upon entering the infirmary, he was met with a rather awful sight. Scattered all around were the prints of a child, bringing him to wonder who exactly had allowed the girl entrance whilst not being properly watched. The pallid man viewed it as somewhat disrespectful to the sacred dye, but more so to the memory of their late queen. It'd been her space, after all, and he'd found himself disappointed by it's current state. Despite that, however, he'd kept silent. Not a single word left his mouth in order to comment upon the mess, and he did his best to push it out of his mind for the time being. Taking the time to instead listen in on what was being said, he gave a stiff nod as a way to accept the apology given; even if it was only for the sake of a reason being offered. That all seemed to melt away to the background when the topic was changed, moving onto why they'd been summoned. "Important matters?" he'd parroted, tone giving way to his curiosity of the situation. Before anything more could be said, however, he'd received a look from Burke and, when accompanied with his final sentence, he knew he was needing to speak.

"In the name of our Night Mother, Mephala, and our Dread Father, Sithis, we humbly request the most generous of blessings to be given," he began, the words seeming to roll naturally off his tongue. "Not only for this meeting, but for our Brotherhood and pack mates as well. For those we've lost and those yet to be born, for our families both of blood and of spirit. We ask for protection during these barren months and for the context of our meetings to be understood and welcomed by Mephala herself, for the sins of those unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear." Never would Kove had imagined himself as a priest, to be reciting words in the names of gods and goddesses in order to receive acknowledgement from those who watch over the woods; the otherworldly forces, those living within the Void. Yet, there he was, doing just what he never would have pictured before—and, to be blunt, he rather enjoyed it.