Firestone Hot Springs bade bade deshon mein

A name was assigned to his pack at last, though it was not one that the Inuk recognised. No matter, he ignored that and instead put his focus into committing the name to memory, just in case he should ever need to know it; if he were to start travelling again, then it would be in his best interests to know of as many packs as he could. Whether or not he would actually pick up on the task of going out again, he’d yet to decide, but knew that he would at least be visiting the springs again. This made his remembering of the pack and their scent especially important, needing to be prepared in case he ran into another member of theirs.

If not for the wolf in question being a woman, he might have considered the thought of it being Burke; he was anything but scrappy the last time Kove had seen him but, given how long had passed since then, his weight could have easily been stolen by his age. The attacker was not a male, however, so the idea was dropped. “I don’t recall ever seeing a woman without a tail,” he said, shaking his head. “Did she attack any children?” Really, he didn’t care to be on the lookout for the woman if she was targeting adults.

All of those that he cared about were grown and living their own lives at this point, each fully capable of protecting themselves and standing up against potential assailants. Yet, if children were her preferred targets, then he had a far greater interest in hearing more about her; every detail of her appearance, a name if he had one to give, and so on. As a guardian of the woods, perhaps he should have inquired about these things either way but he didn’t much care to. Adults within Blackfeather could defend themselves, for the most part, so he was unlikely to seek out a known offender just to keep them safe.