River deep, ocean wide

The night had offered the ghost no sleep, as he'd been much too concerned making up for anytime lost. During his short trip away from the pack's land in order to accompany his friend, he'd obviously been able to keep his eye on the border. While some of the others slept, Kove was up and moving through the territory and along the border, keeping his eyes opened for anything out of place, anything that didn't quite belong. Even when the sun had started to rise up into the sky, he'd been to focused on what he was doing to truly notice—not that such a thing could come as a surprise when living in a place shrouded in shadows. He'd just been leaving one of the borders in order to take a short break, when the fact that such a thing was not going to happen was thrown at him.

First came the sound of footfalls, then a loud thump, and finally the words of one of the living shadows of the woods. Curious, he padded in the direction from which the voice had come, ears pressed forward and listening for any other sounds that might linger. Breaking through some shrubs, Kove let his copper gaze run over the two figures he saw, recognizing both. His eyes stopped when they landed on the mark that now resided on the other males body, wondering when he might have acquired it. Mentally, he shrugged the thought away and moved his gaze off of it, then made sure his presence was known by walking forward. “Now, that's no way to speak to a lady,” he said, voice as calm as it usually was. “I'm sure whatever happened was an accident.” And probably funny as hell, his mind added silently, bringing a small smile to his face.