Covet had been raised in a vastly different way from the rest of his siblings. In some ways that might say a lot about him, and perhaps it doesn't say the right things at all. As far as he knew, he was the only one truly raised by Cobryn. The last three probably would have been if Cobryn's life hadn't been cut short, but there was no real knowing if his father had actually changed or had a lapse in normalcy. Covet liked to think that it was Engima that had caused the change, had made Cobryn better, but then Covet never had any hatred for his father. He would understand the problem of his previous siblings on the matter, because it made sense to be angry. Covet himself couldn't really fathom the idea of just walking away when there had been the chance to raise the others as there had been. Covet felt his own loss on not being able to know his own children, and that was a pain he couldn't shake. He had left because he hadn't known them, because they had been kept from him, because he did not want to be a danger to them. And he was a danger to those he did not know back in those days. Picking out scent markers had been a difficulty over the bloodlust and the blinding urges. He was older now, able to control himself in such situations. And he wanted to find the rest of his family. He had found his three youngest siblings, at least. And when it came down to it, Glorall was the place he felt the most in gaining an alliance out of, for the fact that family lived there, and because, of course, that Ava did. It was a complicated matter.

If Covet could gather the reamins of his family here, he would be happy, but he did not think that his youngest brothers, at least, would come to Diveen. He did not blame them, for Glorall had been their place of birth, but he could still wish they would come over in the back of his mind. He craved having family close, but he would accept if they had their own lives to lead without him. There was that want to have his own -- to actually be able to be there for offspring -- and he wondered if this would make it easier. That he was finally stepping into the light and holding his ground; he wasn't hiding who he was, he wasn't really hiding at all. There were so many reasons for what he was doing, and it was easier to pin it on 'wanted to', rather than all the truths of the matter. Covet did not care if it all made sense to the others, because it only needed to make sense to himself. If there had been changes being made to Diveen, then that was good. Yet if the royals were not a part of that change, then much was still lost. If none of that was understood by others, Covet wasn't bothered by it. There was no reason he should be, because if held to his convictions, then that was all that counted. If put in the opposite position, he supposed he would be trying the same tactics as some, and there was little reason to hold that against any of them.

It does not bother Covet that there were only around nine remaining members of Diveen, because it was better to have a smaller pack that could grow close than a larger one that did not. Plus, he could take special interest in each wolf that lived here to see what was needed for them to all excel in a chosen area. To help them with whatever was needed. It wasn't that Covet though he couldn't do that with more, just that he was looking on the bright side of things. He had known this would not be easy when he decided to make a change, but he had sacrificed his chance to truly rule to change the way of Diveen. Perhaps if he had taken Asteraia or Glorall or maybe Taviora he would have had a real chance to be accepted, but that was not the point. It was not about a crown to him, and he would give it up to the right creature if it came down to that. Covet's actual urge to rule was minimal. Yes, it did appeal to the inner ego part of him, but it had never been a life goal. It was just.. the only way he could see himself making the difference he wanted to see. If someone better could take up the torch, then that would be a weight from his shoulders, but Covet did not trust easily. So he would wait it out, for now. Finally, however, he was healed from his fight injuries, his leg finally set and stable, the swelling gone. Thus, he had been moving around more and more.. enough that when the bark came, he wasn't so far away at all. Covet answered the call, moving until he was in sight of the other male. Who both looked and smelled familiar. Like family. Those eyes remainded him of father's eyes, even. "Greetings, I am Covet. I feel like I should know you; you smell like family and have father's eyes." He gives pause and waits.

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