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Curiosity was a dangerous thing to have at times. Whilst Kove was in no way looking for trouble—he never was, unable to find what the point of causing unnecessary drama was—that wouldn’t prompt him to give too many answers. If there was one thing that he took seriously above all else, it was the agreed silence towards matters concerning the Brotherhood; even though not all of the members of the pack made up the Brotherhood, the woods and the organisation still went hand-in-hand. Little information regarding the woods—this included his confirmed affiliation with them—would leave his mouth. Years ago, he had been more lenient with what he would and would not say but, recently, he’d become more strict.

The type of land that his pack inhabited was mentioned, but a name never followed. Kove noticed the missing information with ease and was disinterested in dropping the topic. “And the name of your pack?” he repeated, letting it be known that his interest was not so easily squelched. Whilst the Inuk had never taken any interest in being a scout, he was attentive to the packs surrounding his home. And although it wasn’t of utmost importance, he preferred to have their names and locations, at the very least.

Kove met the young male’s gaze straight on and held it, watching and listening. And, without looking away, he asked, “Who are you looking for?” He was calm, still, and interested in hearing the answer.