Otter Creek Don't lose your head

The other's words entered Kove's ears, moving through his mind as he thought them over. Exotic lands, huh? He had never seen anything exotic, or at least nothing seemed that way to him. What the other male saw as being interesting enough to view, he was curious to know. The ghost, however, did not voice his inner question. It didn't seem important enough to need an answer, and the more type he wasted speaking, the longer it would take him to reach the view he desired.

When the mention of sparring and battles left the other Northerner's maw, the pale lupine sat himself down atop the ledge he was currently on, training his gaze on the other. "Perhaps a spar, or a battle of some sort, awaits higher up," Kove suggested. "What would you do then? Would you climb, or turn tail?" It was not that he wanted a 'climbing-buddy', but simply because he believed it would be bothersome to just let the other man go on without seeing what lurked above.