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Had the interaction with the loner happened before he'd met Scarlett, the Inuit probably would have turned him away the second he mentioned being seen as a threat and chased from his pack. Before, anyone like that weren't good news, and had never been wolves he'd want to associate with. His judgment was changed, however, as the albino had suffered a similar fate. She'd been kicked from the Glacier for simply speaking her mind and, basically, having an opinion of her own. Their intentions were not to be so closed minded and blind, so Kove overlooked that. If the male had wished to stay within his birth pack before they'd chased him away, then, surely, he was no true threat. Just someone forced into a bad situation, for reasons he must not have felt comfortable with sharing. His head bobbed faintly, just enough to show he was considering what the other had said, though his eyes slid over to his companion when her voice sounded. It was a good thing she'd mentioned Arthur, as he had forgotten about doing so. Leaving out such information most likely would have ended rather badly if the bear and the wolf ever crossed paths.



Speaking of other animals, though, brought the foxes to mind. He had said he would not attack them as long as they did not turn into the thieves he believed all foxes to be, but didn't see such information as important enough to pass on. He hadn't even seen the foxes, so whether they truly lived within the valley or not was something unknown to him. Kove wished to disregard the vulpines entirely, but found he was unable to. With an inward sigh, he spoke once again. “There are foxes around somewhere, too,” he said a bit grudgingly, clearly not overly thrilled about the idea of sharing a home with thieves. “It would probably be best to leave them be, unless they are trying to steal something.” The pale wolf's conditions for not eating the foxes had been that, by not doing so, they would need to repay the wolves by not stealing. Any and all acts of such a crime were punishable by becoming one of the wolves' next meals.


With the knowledge of the other animals sharing their home having been given, Kove's mind was brought back to asking questions. Even the smallest thing could effect an outcome, but so far, he found the stranger to be decent. “I'm sure you've been awaiting the more common questions, so I'll get right to them,” he stated, already looking forward to hearing the answers to his currently unasked questions. “What are your strengths, as well as your weaknesses? What would you be able to bring to the pack if you were welcomed in?” More basic than common, but still the same when the big picture was looked upon.