shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Welcoming the answer by quirking a nonexistent eyebrow, Kove stayed silent for a minute or so. He couldn't understand why someone would come so close to Blackfeather just to see some swamps, but maybe the female had a reason for doing so. He, himself, wasn't too sure of the area, the land unpredictable and under explored. Her question made him think for a second, not quite sure how he should answer. It was true, the pack had claimed an area of swampland, but he only knew of it's direction, rather than exact location. Northeast... he thought. They were in the same direction as the Wispmother's Grotto, and that was a good enough answer for him. If he were to be wrong, may the priestess' Goddess, Mephala, strike him down herself. Or simply murder him, whichever seemed better.
"A decent bit of it is, yes," the ghost of a wolf answered. "I'm not so sure it'd be wise for you to enter the area." His voice held no threat, it was just a simple suggestion—for now. If she'd choose to proceed forward, he'd follow at a small distance, that way he could steer her away if the distance between the border lessened too much. It wasn't the greatest of plans, but Kove was never one to attack for no good reason, especially if the other were a female.