Black Hole Sun

"Mhm," Kove responded, though said nothing more.
His steps soon began to slow considerably, until eventually coming to a stop. While no words left his mouth, the brute hoped the message would be crossed over to his pack mate. He lowered himself down onto his haunches, his muscles bunched and ready to spring forward at any given time. The gaze held in his copper orbs was more relaxed than it should be, but it was how the brute worked. Too much tension often caused Kove to make mistakes, and doing so on his first pack hunt would certainly make a terrible first impression.