Kova didn't move too far off of the packs territory. Instead he stuck around close by and investigated every nook and cranny of the area. Eventually he found himself in an area full of maple trees. The majority of the maples were sugars, but some of the red maples lay scattered about in the wet area near the creek. The trees here were massive, and their samaras littered the ground at his paws. Sometimes a pair of samaras would fall from the tree and spin through the air like little helicopters before hitting the earth. Kova felt very relaxed in this place, and he could see why some of his pack mates scents littered the ground around here. It was a nice place to be and it would be the perfect place to talk to Draven alone. As long as nobody else followed him curious about Kova's call.

So the silver youth pauses among the maple trees enjoying the whisper of wind blowing through their twisting branches. Then he lifts his gray head and adds his own song to the whispers of the trees. The call rose up over the whispers drowning out the maples voices as Kova searched for his darker brother.“Draven? Would you mind meeting with me?” Kova called out allowing his song to lower then fall to nothing. It ended on a low bass as his voice cracked, but at least he'd gotten the rest of the words out. Kova then glanced around at the trees before deciding to roll in the leaves and seeds that covered the ground. At the very least he was able to enjoy the big piles of leaves despite everyone's mostly foul mood.