Blackfeather Woods But if you were my little girl

The idea of a game was presented, much to his dismay. To play was not something that he did—with the exception of moments involving his children, of course. Those sharing with him the blood of the north were beings that he could carry on with and worry not about doing so, but to do the same with someone that was not his own? It felt wrong. No matter, it was but a simple game of words—truths and lies—and so he accepted her invitation; for how long he might humour her, however, was undetermined.

For no longer than it would have taken him to walk the eastern border he partook in her idea of a game. Though, each time that his turn came around, he gave options that weren’t the least bit insightful, leaving more of himself left to be discovered than he revealed. And once he found himself to no longer be fully engaged in their conversation, Kove excused himself and set off to patrol the borders.