Clandestine are the halcyon days of youth

The pale wolf was glad to hear that the other priestess planned to seek out their leader. He, too, did not understand every aspect of the Night Mother, but planned to learn more as he went along. That was a plan for a later date, though. At the moment, he was conversing with the female before him, and it would be rude to just up and leave. When she questioned him as to how he'd ended up in the woods, as a member of Blackfeather, he could not answer right away. In truth, Kove didn't exactly have an answer to her question. Something had seemed to pull him there, but what it was he didn't know.

"I am unsure," he told her. "One day I was shouting to the skies that I'd never join a pack again, and the next I was being drawn here." The memory played over in his head, as did the feeling of his body being on something like autopilot. He hadn't known where he was going when he'd crossed the lands to reach Blackfeather, but once he'd reached it he hadn't felt the need to travel anymore. It was as if something clicked within his my mind, something he didn't know existed. "As soon as I set my gaze on this dark forest, it seemed as if it had sunk it's claws right into me, unwilling to let go. It wasn't a bad feeling, though." In truth, it had been a great feeling. As his answer finished leaving his maw, and the memories exited his mind, he was left wondering about the other white wolf before him. "What brought you here?" He wanted to know what had lured her to the dark woods, as well as what urged her to stay.