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Of all the answers that he could have expected to hear, mutilation certainly wasn’t one of them. Locking his jaw, the man could only shake his head at the answer, wondering to himself what might have gone wrong with his son. Xan had grown within the woods, too, but he hadn’t displayed any of the same behavior as Atshen. The only plausible explanation was Nemesis’ influence over the children; she’d been there for his eldest son, but not throughout the entirety of his youth. Realizing that, he blamed her for their son’s thoughts and aggression alike. With a sigh, he’d said, “I meant hobbies, not something like that.” His tone had been harsh, though he’d not meant for it to be. Kove was aware of the fact that he couldn’t blame the boy for his response, but that hadn’t kept the disappointment out of his voice.

“How about hunting?” he asked, glancing first at Atshen and then in the direction of the coast. “Any interest there?” Desna enjoyed hunting, and was even pretty skilled at it, from what he’d been told. He wondered if the interest stemmed from his side of the family or Scarlett’s and, if it was his side, if he might be able to take the dark child out on a hunt—just something to try and strengthen bonds, which he felt to have been severed directly after the boy’s birth.

I have no idea what I am doing with this post, lmao.