Ghost in the swamp

The pale lupine had been heading towards the border of the territory, a part of him wanting to head out a bit farther than the lake and creek. He had wanted to visit his friend again soon, but the idea was soon moved to the back of his mind as the howl of a pack mate invaded his ears. The pack took priority over his personal desires, so Kove turned right around and headed in the direction from which the call had come. Why he was being summoned, he wasn't sure of right away, but when he realized from which direction the message had come, he knew the reasoning behind it. The alleged phantom. What it truly was, he didn't yet know, but had some ideas in mind. Ideas he would not share until later, once they'd actually gotten closer to where the screeching usually sounded from.

It didn't take him an overly long time to find the fellow pack member. Giving a sharp bark to signal his arrival, he drew closely to he dark wolf; who appeared to be rather angry. Out for blood, too, probably. "What's got you all riled up?" Kove inquired once in speaking distance.