Stone Circle blueberry jamsicle

When the howl sounded, Kove was already on his way to the borders; he wished to prove his use, even in his old age, by defending his home. Still, he was not the first to arrive, spying his grandson in the distance—with a stranger. The sight, albeit seemingly harmless, encouraged him to pick up the pace. And when he reached the pair, he stopped alongside West—whose shoulder he gently bumped, a silent greeting—and kept his gaze on the female; something about her seemed familiar, like a distant memory trying to break through to the surface, but he had no name to give her.

Rather than answering her question, he presented two of his own: “What is your name and why do you seek the leader?” Whatever the case, he would acquire answers prior to calling for his daughter.