Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

Kove just comes strolling in like what's happening is no big deal at all.

Noise.

Growls, snarls, the snapping of jaws... They were noises that the pale being wouldn't usually mind, but today it seemed like nothing more than noise to him. Still, he followed the sound, a yawn escaping his maw as he trotted towards the fight, not caring to move too quickly. He'd expected to see someone of the pack having a go at some trespasser, but the only scents that reached him were one's belonging to the woods. Had he been at any other place, Kove would have thought it odd, the same would have been true had both wolves belonged to the Brotherhood. Only one of the two did, though, and that was the shadow lunging towards the back of some new wolf's neck. He considered trying to stop the attack, but saw no point to it. It was the back of the neck, and he was sure one of the three not involved in the fight would stop before the hand of death was dealt.

Steadily, the ghost grew closer, not bothering to hide his appearance, or keep at a distance as he moved fairly close to the scuffling wolves. Kove kept himself back far enough so as not to be dragged into himself, but not too far that he wouldn't be able to intervene if things got too far out of control. "Sparring are we?" he inquired, taking a step back from the two, then throwing a glance towards the other wolves around. "No, that doesn't seem right... This one piss you off in some way, Slade?" He found his legs moving him around the two, eyes watching for any signs that meant one was about to do something more on the deadly side. The expression the ghost wore was not that of curiosity or interest, but fell closer to being a relaxed one. "Should probably stop before someone gets killed. Wouldn't want to kill a member of the pack, would you?" Kove wasn't too sure as to whether or not Slade, or the unnamed wolf, would actually kill someone in the pack they both resided in. He hoped not, though, for he didn't want the pack to lose members.