Bearclaw Valley there's no time for fairy tales

OOC: You must be a mind reader, omg. I mentioned something to Mar earlier about wanting a Raz and Kove thread soon. :D


The life within the valley so far had been eventful for the pale man. Things were going well, for the most part, and it seemed as if many were settling in quite nicely. The place had quickly become home, both in name and in heart, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. Still, there were things he needed to do still, both personal and for the Brotherhood. Personally, he had something to ask of Scarlett, a question he wished to time just right. For the Brotherhood, he simply needed to observe and grow with the newly found pack, and see where the loyalties of each member laid. It was something that would permit the Inuit man to stay within the world of the light, but also in the darkened world he previously mixed with. Despite the combination of the two, his intentions managed to stay as pure as he could make them, and even more so when his lover was involved.



Thought after thought whirled around in Kove's head, his body practically moving on autopilot. He recently remembered that he had forgotten to fulfill a promise to a child, and needed to correct his mistake. When he would, however, was up for discussion. He was not yet ready to go on a small journey so soon after settling in, but what choice did he have? A promise was a promise, even if it was given to a boy who very well may have already forgotten the white lupine. A low sigh escaped him, hardly audible to even his own ears, as he brought himself back to his senses. Kove had decided that he would speak with Scarlett first, and then set out to tell the young shadow of where he'd gone, just as he had said he would do if he ever left. His path to find the crimson eyed belle was altered, though, as a faintly familiar scent reached his leathery nose. The name and face to match the scent was given to him in a heartbeat, as he could not forget the wolf who had admitted to harboring the same type of feelings as himself for the alabaster woman—Raziel.



Kove trotted off in the direction from which the scent had come, not needing to go long before his eyes where greeted by a silver pelt. A trace of rabbit seemed to linger with him, but when a carcass could not be seen, it was assumed that he had buried it away instead of chowing down. Steadily, the distance between the two men was closed, and the paler of the two gave a short chuff to make his presence known (even though he'd probably already been heard approaching). “Already working to provide for the pack?” he questioned, believing he already held the answer.