The sun manged to weasel it's way through a few stray leaves and needles, appearing to reflect from the pale brute's coat. It seemed as if it'd been ages since he was out with the sun—or at least what remained of it. Winter clouds would block it out every now and again, but the sudden change in temperature when it happened did little to faze him. He was finally returning to his original nature, finding comfort in the cold months rather than shivering through them. Kove had ended up walking along the borders once more, the action quickly becoming like a routine to him. It was nice, he'd admit, to wander aimlessly and see new things. There would occasionally be another wolf lingering close by, and it was always interesting seeing how they'd react to him.
All sorts of scents drifted to him, their journeys through the air no longer mattering to him once he'd identified them. What did matter, though, was the distinct smell of a fellow lupine. Who they were, he hadn't the slightest clue, but was bound and determined to find out. Knowing for sure they weren't of his pack, unless by chance they were someone he hadn't met, the ghostly man moved as quietly as he could across the land. The hopes of surprising, or possibly frightening, the other thrived within him, working to carry him quickly and soundlessly over the ground. A low growl sounded from his throat as he drew closely, seeming to reverberate through the air.
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