Draw the Curtains, Lights are Dimmed

The pale wolf was actually a bit shocked that she hadn't experienced anything interesting since then. The dark place always seemed to have something going on with it, many of which could be seen as interesting. “It's a shame you haven't come across anything interesting since then,” Kove commented, his gaze glancing over the area surrounding them. With a nod of his head, he returned his copper orbs to look upon her face. “Yes, she should have, but what can you do? If they wish to try their luck at crossing into out land, then it is not out fault if they meet death while here.” He couldn't keep himself from saying it, as it would always be true. It was true for his birth pack, it was true for Blackfeather, and it was probably true for all other packs as well. Trespassers were disrespectful beings, usually, and weren't to be let off the hook—though, Kove had done just that when it'd come to a female with amnesia. He'd even taken the time to take her out of the territory and to a new place to hunt. Of course, he wouldn't tell the woman before her of that event.

The ghost's brow furrowed in response to her words of Crescendo for a second, before he shook his head and wiped the look away. “It's not that I don't care for his presence, I simply do not like the idea that he was around a certain friend of mine.” The other male had appeared to have a thing where he treated females in a manner Kove did not entirely enjoy. He hated the fact that such a creature was around Scarlett—around his friend.