Blackfeather Woods Won't Wake From This Dream

Slade's words drifted through the ears of the pale brute, but he did not say anything more right away. His orbs followed the other's gaze, watching the snake with it's prey. It was an interesting sight to behold, as well as one he'd never seen before. It was too cold for snakes to live in the wild up North, and during his travels as a loner, he never sought out the creatures. To be honest, Kove had never even heard of the beings, except for in stories, and his original image was not even close to matching what they really looked like. Smooth and scaly, some bright and some dark; they varied as much as lupines.

"What of those who approach, but can not find a way to thrive and grow with the land?" Pulling his copper eyes from the previous sight, they rested back on the dark figure. "What becomes of them?"