Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

"I have," Kove stated simply. "Though not by my own choice, but for my own safety."
The brute recalled distant memories of being carried about in the maw of his mother. He had not been able to live in a pack long before it had been destroyed, and by the accidental doings of the curious pup nonetheless. He soon grew to be caught up within his own thoughts, a bad habit he'd had practically since birth. Though the air changed and the sun was slowly hidden by clouds, Kove took no notice to it.
That is, until his memories finally stopped playing through his head and he was lured from his trance-like state by the feel of a light raindrop. His snout turned up towards the sky slightly as his dark orbs found their way to the clouds. The grey-scaled brute then brought his snout back to it's previous place, his eyes settling back onto Dovev, deeming the light droplets nothing worth worrying him.