A blood-red paw

When his greeting was returned and the dark woman went to work mixing the bright crimson concoction, his light copper orbs watched. Marking one's coat or body with dyes of any sort seemed odd to him, but he said nothing. It would be a great honor to join the Brotherhood, that much he was sure of, so a new substance on his pale fur would become of little concern. It would be something to get use to, as many other things were. Kove's ears perked slightly at the mention of the meeting, then moved back slightly. In situations like this, his curiosity often got the better of him, but he had plans to hold it back. For now, at least.

"I would want nothing more than to be apart of the Brotherhood," the man responded, his old way of acting surfacing a bit. A sort of eagerness mixed itself with his words, even though he knew it was not a matter to be rushed.