Big Salmon Lake Turn to Smoke

Sure. c:

Hearing him speak of his night being well, the pale man gave a simple nod of his head to show he had heard, and that he was listening. When the word 'hunt' left the other's maw, Kove's ears seemed to perk up almost instantaneously. He'd gone on a hunt with some pack mates not too long ago, but wondered what it would be like to hunt with one of another. He did not know the wolf—now known as Mikael—at all, but the idea of hunting seemed too good to turn down. Besides, he seemed decent enough, and even offered to split the kill.

"It is nice to meet you, Mikael," the ghost voiced. "My name is Kove." As he went on to introduce himself, the male's mind continued to think on the subject of hunting with him. It went over several possibilities, but came up short when it came to finding a downside. "A hunt sounds great." As he answered, a small smile spread across his muzzle.