You Howl and Fight Your War and Talk of Being Free

The ghost had stood nearly as still as a statue as he patiently waited, keeping his calm demeanor in place the best he could. It seemed the Queen was the first to arrive, and he gave her an apologetic dip of his head when she spoke. “I would like to apologize to you in advance,” he murmured, his ears moving and searching for the sound of footfalls even as he spoke. “For taking up your time.” If he could have, he would have gone without calling the older woman so she could be left alone. That was not how it worked, though, and that was something he could not change, either.

It didn't take too long after Meldresi's arrival for the silver-eyed male to show up. The sight of him alone was enough to make the anger dance in his eyes, but he did his best to stay calm. It was something passed down from, and taught by, his father, as a way of tricking one's opponents into thinking little of the situation. It had helped in his old pack when he would spar with his older brother, who was too lax to take anything seriously unless given a reason to, and Kove was hopeful of the fact that it would work with Crescendo as well. “If you have not the capacity to remember, then you're an even bigger fool than I'd imagined after hearing of your confrontation with the crimson-eyed woman.” The calm before the storm. That was what it was.