Ghost in the swamp

If the pale man had eyebrows, one would have surely been cocked upon hearing the other male's words. No words left his maw, though, but he did follow after the darker figure. Another creature with a coat of shadows, Kove noted. He'd noticed that many belonging to Blackfeather had coats consisting of either blacks or whites; which he found rather amusing. It made it appear as if the forest was alive with moving shadows and wandering ghosts. "If you're hearing screeching, it's probably just a red fox," he noted, sounding slightly amused.

Red foxes where known to make all sorts of noises, mainly ones that a young pup might relate to a living nightmare. To him, however, they were just annoying and loud sounds. Still, he scanned the area with his copper orbs, looking for any signs that may confirm his suspicion. His thoughts were more on the ghost that he'd heard was lurking in the swamps. Maybe the two things were related? He wasn't yet sure, but knew they would eventually find out. "Nope," Kove answered. "Don't see anything yet."