Blackfeather Woods give me a crown of thorns

The female offered her name, first, which was quickly followed by her reason—a potential recruit, it seemed. Kove’s posture straightened even more so, further cementing his role there; unnecessary, perhaps, though this thought was not one he truly considered. “I’m Kove,” he returned, hardly ever the impolite sort, at least. “What can you bring to the pack? What skills do you have?” But even politeness would not prevent him from questioning her further, needing to evaluate whether or not the woman would be valuable to the pack.