From the mountain's base, all the way to the lake, and then finally to the woods that he called home. It had been quite the journey; rather exhausting, he'd admit, but definitely worth the effort. He had not regretted leaving, but was somewhat disappointed by the fact that he'd not returned with Burke and his fellow escapees in tow. It was with a child that he'd neared the borders instead, stopping before them so as not to drag into his home an unwelcome body. From there, Kove had set her down between his front paws, eyeing her for a moment to make sure that she didn't scoot away. Afterwards, he'd tilted his head back and let loose a howl, calling for @Damien specifically, but expecting for @Nemesis to arrive as well. After all, he had disappeared without any real warning having been given, and was bound to have upset more than just a single member.

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.

Though several moments had passed between Nemesis' arrival and Damien's, they were still close enough in occurrences to leave him unsurprised. The younger male had not approached in the same manner as Kove's lover, though, seeming to ignore the whelp entirely and focus upon the priest. The man's ears fell ever so slightly, having never been one to miss the emotions that one could project. It had been his responsibility to watch over Burke and the others, but they'd escaped anyways. "I know," was all he could respond with at first, keeping his focus on the ruler of the woods. In the back of his mind, he was sure Nemesis would be able to watch over the child for the time being, and so he'd looked towards neither of them as the words began to form within his mind; his reasoning for why the traitor and his wolves had escaped. "I was not as attentive as I should have been, I know, and will take full responsibility for their escape. I attempted to follow their scent, but was left unable to track them down. Instead, I found her." As his explanation was given, he'd pointed towards the girl with his muzzle, taking a moment then to note where she was located. "She isn't Burke, Malice, or their children, but she can serve you—she can grow up being groomed to join the Brotherhood. She will be of more use than either of Burke's sons ever could have been."

They were joined by another, then, to whom the Inuit had looked when words were voiced. Questions, rather, each of which having been permitted to end before any answers were given. "No, she is not from Malice's litter," the man stated, regarding her calmly. "My search for Burke took me towards the creek, where I had lost their scent. Certain they had crossed it, I continued forward through the mountains until a lone-standing one had been found. It was at its base that I saw the girl and decided to return with her." It had been a long journey, but worth it in the end. They did not have the traitors, but they did have a child. A young girl who would grow to be strong and loyal to them, even if she appeared rather sickly presently. He wanted to watch her grow, and hoped he'd be permitted to do so, and so his eyes had trailed their way back to the eldest of the Spiderlings. Yet, it wasn't long after that Nemesis had acquired his attention once again, her voice filling the air and causing him to shake his head. "I will take responsibility for their escape," he'd repeated. "Especially if it might mean that the child is given a chance to live with us." All around he'd looked, from face to face as if searching for an answer to a question indirectly asked. It wasn't long, though, before he'd found himself focusing only on the whelp, whose interests had quickly shifted to Nemesis and her biological capabilities.

Kove did not stop the girl, nor did he reach out for her. Instead, he'd only watched as she'd moved forward, seeking a meal just as she'd done to him not so long ago. "Her name is Qilaq," he'd stated, speaking to no one, but everyone, so that the child may continue no further without a name. It fit her, he believed, and further confirmed her status as his new daughter.

She knew Damien would not like her tone of authority, but she lost touch of the conversation as it went on, only picking up bits of information as she watched the child itself. It was fascinating to her, never mind it's history. "Qilaq," She murmured to herself as the young ling squirmed towards her, though she paid no mind to it's proper pronouncement . However, she did not care so much about the name, it was just a name. Xivilai or not. Afterall, she was still undecided about the Daedric culture, she could not bring herself to care of his origin. She would call her child what name pleased her, regardless of Damien's rather annoying opinion.

In a squirm-filled shuffle, the tiny child sunk it's teeth into her breast, Nemesis letting out a startled flinch as it did so. Oh, so this was what it had wanted. Yes, well Kove could not give it that. But it seems nothing produces and the child wails, making Nemesis flinch as second time. Her expression turns from awe to panicked, looking from between the others for a solution.