Ghost in the swamp

I'll go have this archived now. Thanks for the thread.

Believe it or not, Kove was a bit glad the thing would be able to live. Albinism was a rare thing, and he thought it would be a shame to end the life of one with it just because the creature made a bit of noise. Perhaps, someday, it would lay eggs, and then they could hunt those birds once they were big enough to be a worthy meal. He drew his tongue over his muzzle at that thought, and then chuckled at the darker man, who appeared to be annoyed by the fact. The ghost was sure he would survive though. Moving to a new den could be a good experience for him, might even keep him from smelling more and more like the swampland and it's natural gasses. "Farewell, Crescendo," he said back.

Kove gave the bird in the tree another look after the other wolf had departed. "You had better lay eggs, and soon," he told it, though he was sure it's tiny brain wouldn't be able to comprehend what he was saying to it. The Inuit man then turned and headed in a direction separate to the one the shadow had gone in, setting his path to Meldresi's den. He would inform her of what the alleged ghost had been, as well as tell her of where it might be nesting in case she wished to use it for anything.