Draw the Curtains, Lights are Dimmed

“Yeah,” he muttered distastefully. “And his way of acting is going to get him into some deep shit someday. If not with me, then with someone else.” At first, he'd never really minded the silver eyed wolf. They'd gone to solve a little “ghost” problem together in the swamps at one point, which wasn't too bad. Being a wolf who had been brought up to be kind to females, and who had often protected his sisters before their deaths, he had felt a bit iffy after learning of how he'd treated their captive. His mind quickly settled that, though, making him feel indifferent about it. That girl had been an intruder, after all, and deserved whatever came to her at that time. The second he'd even thought it'd be a good idea to target Scarlett, though... well, it had made Kove angrier than he'd ever let on around the female before him now. Even if the man hadn't known she was a close friend, he should have been smart about it the second the Inuit's name had been brought up.

The wolf mentally shook his head, not in the mode to dwell on the bad choices of his fellow pack member. He was presented with two questions, both of which he planned to answer. “Well, if you go into the swamps and see or hear something that seems like it might be an actual ghost, kill it. It's an annoying type of bird, and not worth keeping alive,” he informed her, his mind rolling over other thoughts as he finished. “If you come across an entrance to the tunnels below, you should check those out. Don't worry if you think you're lost, just follow the whatever water you're near and it'll lead you out.”