Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

^{Ending it here. I enjoyed this roleplay, and am glad that you appeared to be patient with my shortness of replies. :)}

As the brute took on a threatening stance, Kove lowered his head and tail, proceeding to then back up a few paces. He was impulsive and immature, yes, but the silvery wolf was no fool. If it came to an actual fight, he knew he stood no chance against the pack wolf. Anyone with half a brain would know that, and he didn't want to stick around to test the likelihood of him surviving. With his tail tucked close to his hind legs, Kove backed up a few more paces. Once satisfied by the distance he'd put between them, the brute turned tail and began running back in the direction he had originally come. Not daring to steal a glance over his shoulder as he ran, he continued forward with no knowledge of what may lay ahead of him.
The brute kept going like this until he was sure he was clear of anywhere near Dovev's pack's territory. Even then, though, his pace only slowed a bit as he searched for a new place to rest and regain himself. A place where no packs lingered by so closely, where he could do as he pleased without the worry of being attacked.