Blackfeather Woods We have a list of people we would take

During the journey back to the woods, Kove had kept a close eye on his lover. Every single step that she'd taken, he'd been there to witness it. Never had he strayed far from her side, acting as a guardian to her as they traveled back home. Every now and again he'd thrown a sidelong glance towards the boy, offering a slight flash of his incisors whenever he'd deemed him to be too close. No matter the male's relation to Althaia, the Inuit would not allow for him to get near to Nemesis. He had his family to protect, and wouldn't hesitate to do so—even if he were to put a strain upon the potential bond between himself and his sister-in-law, it did not matter, for he'd believe himself to be acting within reason. He would not lose his family, nor would he allow for strangers to get closer than they should.

When they had arrived, he'd kept silent, taking comfort in the close proximity to home. Yet, his sense of peace was disturbed whenever he recalled the presence of the other male, for he could not see the being as capable of existing within the woods. And so it was with relief that he'd heard his lover's words, offering a stiff nod in response to them. If things went wrong, then he would keep the females safe and throw the male to, er, the wolves. He'd hardly put up much of a fight, if any at all, Kove was certain of it. There was a moment in which he'd hoped something would happen to the boy, but it had been set aside for another time as he'd settled into place beside his wife. His expression had not faltered the entire time, remaining emotionless as he'd looked upon the others. For Nemesis, he hoped that her sister might be accepted, but he couldn't possibly care any less about the male than what he currently did.

Shortly after the howls had gone out a distant one had been heard, the voice being easily recognized as belonging to Damien. When the face to match the tones had arrived, Kove had still yet to speak, for it was not he who'd been addressed. His gaze had instead trailed from the dark one to Cicero, before resting back on his lover and awaiting the words that would surely leave her mouth.