Blackfeather Woods Open your arms

Hihi, Caley. Just a head's up, we follow a posting order system in threads here on Wolf (unless otherwise stated), and skipping someone's turn without permission is usually frowned upon. c: The new order would be Burke > Vinnie > Kove.

When the girl spoke, he'd found it slightly troubling trying to get past her accent. While the words could be understood, he'd wondered from where it'd come; and, more importantly, where the girl herself had originated from. Her answer was to be expected, however he'd given it just as much consideration as he'd do any other responses. Again, he'd silently inspected her, attempting to locate anything that could signify value. From appearance alone, he could see nothing that would allow her to fit within the woods. Her body was slimmer than any he'd seen before, which could be a sign of illness. Though he was far from being a medic, even he knew that such an issue would not be accepted for the threat that it posed. Sicknesses were awful, and the dangers they carried seemed to be amplified come the arrival of the cold season. Just as he was about to open his mouth in order to inquire about her weight (as rude as that might have been), the familiar footfalls of the pack's leader sounded from behind him.

As the tank of a wolf came up on his side, Kove returned his gesture with a nod of his own. It was a greeting, as well as acknowledgement, but the second his crown had reached it's previous standing his eyes were back on the loner. Another question was thrown her way, and the Inuit kept silent as he awaited to hear what she would say. It was the most common reason outsiders wished to join their ranks, going by what he'd noted thus far, which seemed to turn the response into quite the cliché. He took the moment then to step forward, but remained farther back still than the greyscale man. "Her weight... does it imitate sickness, or am I just imagining things?" he'd murmured, words directed at Burke. It was what most concerned him the most about the female, and he couldn't help but hope that he truly was just viewing things incorrectly.