Blackfeather Woods The day I lost my other half...

Kove had been a ways off, moving through the woods with the borders being his final destination. He'd hit a halfway mark when the girl's cry had filled the air, encouraging his pace to quicken with a newfound purpose in mind. Something was happening, something awful enough to make the usually quiet girl cry out. His legs moved quickly, strides lengthened as he sought to fend off whatever it was that had caused the girl distress. Nothing could have ever prepared him for the sight he was met with, however. A fighting chance, at least, would have been better than what he'd seen, but the image seemed like something that couldn't be moved away from. Tragedy had struck, and at the claws of a beast most despised.

The scene before him was quick to register within his mind, and an attack plan was acted upon. The blood fueled his drive, as did the familiar faces he could spot all around him. The mountainous felines had been quiet for so long, no traces of them having been picked up on, yet now one had chosen to strike—and a fight it would receive, for Kove jumped right into battle alongside his pack mates. A snarl was never absent from his face, and his body lurched forward time and time again as attempts were made to bring the feline down, or at least frighten it away. Currently, he was oblivious to the passing of the boy, his focus being on providing a solution to a long standing issue.