Rather than a purpose, it was her father that found her there within the woods, his steps measured and head maintaining a raised position; he was getting used to leading again, though he would always view himself strictly as the  Guardian of the Woods. But today he was not guarding anything—not yet, at least—he was merely moving through his land without a purpose in mind. This he enjoyed doing when there was little else to do, intrigued, still, by the forest as a whole. In spite of this interest, however, he did not approach with any mystical information or words of a deity—daedric or otherwise—just a simple “Hello.”

Truthfully, Kove had not sought out his daughter intentionally that evening. It was in his wanderings that he’d simply stumbled upon her and, with a good deal of time having passed since their previous interaction, he’d thought it important to at least greet her; he found it difficult to connect fully with the children born from Nemesis’ womb, even after all this time. He cared for his daughter and viewed her as such, yet the sturdy connection that came with that simply wasn’t there—not like how it was with the daughters of his first litter, even without them feeling the same. But these thoughts were ones he often tried not to linger too often on, easily redirecting his mind to make for a better exchange.

“It is by chance that I’ve come to you tonight,” he admitted. “But since you’re here, how have you been?” He was curious, and genuinely so, even if the shift of his attention to the child might suggest otherwise as she settled beside him. He’d heard her following him, the softness of her steps as they swept across the forest floor a sound that he’d always enjoyed hearing, knowing well it meant there were children alive and present. Yet, he had not turned to address her in any way, allowing her to follow as if unnoticed until she came to a stop beside him. It was only then that he stole a look in her direction, smiling as he greeted her: “Salutitsinik.”