Blackfoot Forest Just don't give up

Up through Otter Creek and just beyond the mountain range, Kove found himself loitering within a forest that had a similar appearance to home. Although it was not quite as dark and the stench of foxes was thick in the air, it was not entirely unpleasant. Though, truthfully, he was not a creature built for the dark anyways; he was born in the far north into a body made from alabaster. He stood out in the darkness, a true ghost amongst the shadows, and that was something that would never change.

Nevertheless, he proceeded through the woodlands, careful to avoid any foxes; he did not feel like dealing with them or their antics today, and would not tolerate it in even the slightest bit. All was well, thankfully, with the lesser canines keeping away and allowing him to continue uninterrupted.