I Like My coffee' Black Just Like My Metal /|\M/|\

The man's head nodded stiffly, though he wasn't so sure about the woman. Something about her reminded him of some of the wolves from Blackfeather, but what it was, he couldn't yet tell. Mentally, he shrugged and shoved the thought to the side. Perhaps she was perfectly normal, and he was just overreacting or something. He didn't catch it when she batted her eyes, and even if he had, Kove was far too blind to such things to have been able to see it as anything but being friendly. They would eventually grow to be good friends, he believed. “Alright,” he said, situating himself to sit down, too.

He raised in invisible eyebrow when he heard her call him 'hon', but didn't say anything on it. He called many whelps 'young ones', so it didn't seem out of the ordinary for someone to have a specific word to call others, as well. “What would you like to know?” the ghost inquired, having no problem with sharing things with her. To form familial bonds all throughout the pack, the Inuit man knew he would need to answer and ask some questions so they could each get to know one another.