Blackfeather Woods Won't Wake From This Dream

The crunching of the leaves had become a common thing as he moved through the forest, the deciduous trees having long since started losing their coverage. It'd stopped bothering him, his ears focusing on other sounds instead. Some animals made noises every now and again, but the noise that sounded to his right came from none of them. It held a voice to it that was capable of forming words the pale brute could understand, words that then became a greeting. He stopped in his steps and turned to look in the direction the voice had come, watching the darkened lupine emerge from the cover of the shadows. Though unsure of his name, he knew him to be apart of the pack from seeing him at the pack meeting. Kove recalled him to be one of the two so eager to join the priestess' religion.

"Greetings," he responded, moving to face the other male.