Blackfeather Woods i'm coming home

The offer to find Damien was turned down, excused by the need to rest. The initial response had been quick, almost too quick, making the man somewhat suspicious. Rather than prying, however, he left it go, assuming the younger had his reasons. It was Cicero, after all, thereby eliminating any and all doubts the Inuit might have had. If he didn't feel like sharing everything, then there was most likely a valid reason behind it all. Whatever it was, Kove wasn't about to shove himself into the center of it all. If something was meant to be shared, it would eventually get out and make it's way around the woods. If not, then it would die with whomever held it—things were as simple as that.

With a change of topic, the pallid wolf was given something else to focus on, rather than letting his mind wander through the possibilities. "It has," he'd answered, no troubling situations coming to mind. "Though I'm sure the woods itself missed you in your absence."