Shadewood Found a little bit of light, tryna find my heart

The bear followed the man, watching his every action and appreciated the leisurely pace he held; seemingly for him. He watched how he rubbed up against the trees to mark them of his scent. This implored Kovertol to follow suit, integrating his scent along the trail the lupine king made. He observed the direction in which the man inclined his head; it was where the wolfish stench was strongest.
He didn't like being this close to their dens and, personally, he would've opted to hang further back. But still, he followed the beast, powerful in his own rights, along the path. He had hold over each wolf in this forest, he wondered if they too bore his scent that he now imposed upon the trees. When he spoke again, he seemed to be in turmoil, his voice held an anxiety that the bear could interpret as fear. Fear of the pack he harbored? Or harm to them?
It was then The blue-black mass caught the lupine eye; desperation and worry. What was desperation to him? What was happening?

The wolf kingdom should not be of a worry to Kovertol.
But it was in the best interests to keep this bond with the raven-wolf. Kovertol let go any anxiety Cry had been passing over to him through the airs tension with a long sigh and a snort.
The ones that belonged to Cry belonged to Kovertol.

Realisation stuck Kovertol, understanding formed new bonds within his mind and his jade gems blinked slowly and his stubby ears pointed to Cry.
His sandy muzzle stretched out to the face of the wolf, his tongue snaked out and applied a long lick up his face in marking. What lupine owned belonged to ursine also.
Then, as silently as he entered this forest the first time -- and happened across the fearful, courageous man -- he left the vicinity of the dens and stalked into the forest at his own leisurely pace, brushing up against trees as he went.