Fake Mercy Pose

Apologies for such a late reply. My muse has been all over the place as of late, and some threads I just couldn't type up a response for right away.

The tone of the other's voice, though spoken in a tongue he didn't know, made it clear he was not coming off as being threatening. It'd been his goal to frighten the other male, but he quickly discovered that completing such a task was not always easy. He wasn't disappointed, however, having learned at a young age that goals are not always met. Holding back another growl that attempted to escape him, he trained his copper orbs on the pale man, standing a little ways off. Kove's hackles stayed raised and his ears back, muscles tense in preparation for anything. The other ghostly being was an unknown factor, leaving the possibilities of what he could—or would—do a mystery.

They weren't as close to the border as he hoped, making him feel as if he may be overreacting, but it'd make him seem even more foolish to go back on his actions and walk away. He knew them to be a decent ways off from the border, but the thought of discontinuing his confrontation with the seemingly alone creature didn't sit well within him. The memory of a time before he'd joined Blackfeather came to mind. It was when he'd decided to visit Duck Lake, but had met the threat of a wolf belonging to a pack close to it. He took his current situation like that, except the roles where now switched; he was the pack wolf rather than the loner this time around. "Evening," Kove greeted, despite being unsure as to whether they shared a common language or not. Raising his ears ever so slightly, he listened closely for a response, wondering if the other would speak in a strange language once more.