Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

Despite the call having been made specifically for Damien, the younger leader was not the first to arrive at the scene. Rather, it was his lover that had appeared, and though he'd expected some degree of anger, he'd received none. Still was he used to not being fully trusted, to his whereabouts being questioned upon each return, just as had been the case with Scarlett. But, Nemesis was not his former mate, she was his current—his last—and operated with a far more opened mentality. To confine him to the woods and nothing more was not in her nature, it seemed, and for that he was glad. Yet, even though he'd come to such conclusions, he'd worried still over how she might react towards the child that he had returned with. With Xan, she'd gotten along wonderfully, but the boy was his by blood, unlike the girl that was currently stationed between his forelimbs. It was for that reason that he'd tensed slightly as she grew closer, only to relax immediately after the distance between them had been closed.

Kove could not help but watch her, smiling to himself slightly at the sight before him. The expression was broken when a question was thrown his way, however, knowing that he could not let himself get caught up with either of their behaviors just yet. "At the base of a mountain that stands alone from the range," he'd answered, glancing towards the girl for a fleeting second. "A coyote had her. I assumed it was going to kill her, so I killed it first and brought her with me. She didn't smell of any packs, only the coyote." The story was told in full, for with Nemesis he would always share the truth.