River deep, ocean wide

What he wanted to come from the dark male had not showed up. Instead, he'd suggested that the pale man actually had feelings for the dark coated female. As if that could ever happen. She was just like the others of Blackfeather, and he didn't need that. Kove needed balance, and lucky for him he just so happened to fall for a woman who provided just that. “Ignore him,” the ghost stated, watching the spot the obsidian figure had disappeared into. “You aren't my type.” He was rather blunt with his words, but once he realized how it might have come off, he looked over at her and gave a small shake of his cranium. “No offense to you, of course.”

He'd wanted a rise from the other male, but instead he'd only been rewarded with a potential problem. Kove had been unfocused, acting on a mere whim, but he would change that later. When he could no longer contain what he felt towards the images of the silver eyed lupine speaking with his friend, he was bound to do what those of his family almost always did—snap. For now, however, he contained it still, having no desire to act out against a woman who had done nothing to him.