A blood-red paw

Until it had been brought up, Kove had all but forgotten about the killing part. It was a task he was sure he'd be able to carry out if told to do so, but who they would have him murder in the future, he wondered about. Who wouldn't think of such things, though? Well, he knew of one who he believed would never even consider stealing the life of another, but none in his family who still lived would think twice before killing if the need arose. They were aggressive wolves, but somehow that gene had become recessive when passed onto the ghost. It only showed when needed, but could be brought forth quickly. A good attribute, in his eyes, and one he believed could be seen as useful to the Brotherhood.

Stepping closer to Meldresi, the pale man lowered his skull to bow slightly. Saying nothing more, not wanting to delay the action, he awaited the marking.