Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

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Meldresi was a woman that Kove would always look up to, always honour. She had given him a home when he’d felt so terribly lost that no pack aside from those of the north could ever make him feel whole—but he’d been wrong. She’d given him said sort of home and allowed him to truly grow there within the forest, and that was something he would never forget. For this reason he looked after her children, too, as best he could; she had watched over him and his own son, housed the both of them without question, thus he’d always do the same for hers. “Of course,” was the northerner’s response as he stepped aside and swung his head, welcoming the boy back home.