Blackfeather Woods Can you turn my power off?

For the better. Somehow, the male found that hard to believe. It was, perhaps, the curse of his upbringing. He'd made a similar mistake with Burke once before, jumping for the throat before a threat was even made. In his mind, family was everything, even in the worst of conditions. It was for that reason that he said nothing further to the agouti fellow, still suspicious of his intentions. Without even realizing it, it seemed, Mikasi had earned the watchful gaze of the pallid man. Such began right away, too.

The younger male offered his farewells, excusing himself from the encounter. As he departed, the fiery gaze of the Inuit trailed after him. Even after he'd left his line of sight, Kove's eyes lingered on the direction he'd gone in. He would have to watch for the other, search for signs of disloyalty. With those intentions fresh in his mind, the northerner carried on with his patrol of the borders—after all, he couldn't very well possess a right to weave out unfaithful beings if he didn't pull his weight around the pack.