Blackfeather Woods DB: The First Consult

Upon the completion of his prayer, he'd caught the word blown out with Nem's breath. He was curious of it, not recognizing the language, and silently decided he would ask her about it later on. For the time being, however, his attention was placed entirely upon Burke, awaiting whatever it was that he had to share with them. It had to be important, for why else would he have summoned them, the only other marked members of the Brotherhood? Before the topic could be gotten to, though, a thanks was given. Followed by it was a confirmation, and one that he was most pleased to hear. The man had approved of Cicero's idea, he was certain of it, which meant there was a chance still for him to have his daughters at his side once more. While it was possible that he might regret pulling them away from Scarlett, such thoughts were never considered for they could easily be gotten over. It was but a small price to pay if it meant he'd be able to wake up and see his children again on a regular basis. Of course, he was getting ahead of himself, but having learned of the approval placed him in a good mood.

Setting his personal thoughts aside, the Inuit once again focused on that which was going on around him. When he was called to move closer, he did as instructed and welcomed the familiar feel of having his mark refreshed. Afterwards, he'd stepped back so Nemesis could be reached easier, and then awaited for the leader to grow still. Once more, he drew nearer, placing his paw within the dye and then raising it to be pressed against Burke's shoulder. For a moment he'd allowed it to set, assuring that the dye had touched down correctly and would remain there until their next meeting. After the dye had then been rinsed from his paw, he'd returned to his previous position, knowing that that couldn't have been the only reason for them having been called forth—and his suspicions were confirmed upon the continuation of the older man's words.

Kove was intrigued by the idea, in all honesty, though there were some things he was curious of. "I do support this idea of yours. The Brotherhood once held many members from these woods, but as of late our numbers have slipped. I think it would be good to strengthen our forces—expand our family—so that we can possibly reach those standings again," he'd started, pausing only briefly at the end. "But I have my concerns, too. You mentioned that the requirements to join the woods will be stricter, but what if someone manages to slip through the system? I'm not talking about trespassers, but wolves who manage to get into the pack through your approval. Will they be given the same amount of information as us and others who have been here longer, or will there be a system in place to make sure of their intentions before welcoming them into the fold entirely?" Having led Bearclaw, he'd observed members who'd joined and then left, never to be seen again. Though their requirements had not been nearly as strict as Blackfeather, it was still concerning. If, by chance, a disloyal wolf managed to join their ranks and then left after being given information on the Brotherhood, where would that leave them? It would be a tricky thing to manage, surely.