Blackfeather Woods sacré bleu!

Hihi~! Just a note, Kove doesn't have red eyes, lmao. They're a variation of copper that is closer to orange than red. ^^ Could assume it was the way the light caught them that made them appear red, though. c:

Kove knew not that his command had gone unheard, for the female had unknowingly obeyed him by stopping in place. He watched her rather carefully, examining her body language and overall physical state, wondering to himself if she might be categorized as a threat. In the end, he'd seen no reason to worry over what actions she might take, yet that conclusion did nothing to ease his posture. The Inuit remained alert, his limbs seemingly stiff, but only because the muscles beneath had readied themselves to spring forward should it be necessary. Often, it was in that moment that outsiders would begin pleading their case. They would either explain how they had no idea how close they were to a pack's land, or they would request an audience with the pack's leader. The peculiar creature, however, did neither of those things. Rather, she'd erupted into a fit of laughter out of nowhere, causing the man's gaze to harden. He hadn't taken kindly to what he believed was the disrespect of his status within a pack, and his displeasure showed clearly in his eyes. Though the moment the sound stopped—the abruptness hadn't taken him off guard, really, or at least he hadn't shown it if it had—any hints of emotion were wiped clean from every inch of his features. There he stood like a statue, stoic and unwavering, while his mind processed all the possibilities of what might be wrong with the stranger mentally.

For a brief moment, their gazes had met while a word was drawn out. Friend? Surely the woman didn't view him as her friend, or perhaps he had been mistaken for someone else. Although, he'd yet to actually question her or her motives for being there, allowing her instead a moment to look away and speak with herself. He was left unable to understand that which was being said, the lowness of her voice combined with the overall sounds of her words having made it impossible for him to do so. It was only when she'd looked back up and stated the same word as before that he'd found himself able to decipher that which was being said, but it did not provide any further insight into the situation. Was it a friend she sought, or was the creature so delusional that she believed every being she came across was a friend, rather than a foe? Foolish was she in both scenarios, for he was not her friend, and never would he be. She was an outsider, and a seemingly foolish one at that, thus disallowing him from having the chance to ever befriend her. This did not bother him in any way, of course, for no one could miss that which they never had, especially when it'd never been wanted, either.

Having grown tired already of her nonsense, the ghost took a single step towards her, only to pause directly after as his mind was invaded by an array of possibilities. They were not friends, yes, but perhaps he could use her belief that they were to his advantage. He'd considered a number of things, several uses that she could serve, before settling on one that seemed to speak to him far louder than anything else. The idea was one that he'd never before witnessed in person, but had heard stories of during his journeys prior to settling in Teekon. With the way the region currently looked, he felt it to be the most appropriate way to use her as well, and so forward he'd gone, lessening the space between them. "That's right, we're friends," he'd voiced as he'd stepped into the space that was but a meter away from her. "And friends trust one another. Can you trust me?" Every time he spoke, his words were slowed down and spaced out far more than what they would have been had he been speaking to nearly anyone else. He wanted to ensure that he was understood, that he could get her to listen to him. He operated with the best of intentions in mind, for the time had come in which he'd need to pray to Mephala and Sithis alike. To them he would need to ask for life, for the regrowth of Blackfeather and the return of the herds. To them, he would offer her.