Bearclaw Valley faded into the night

The Roman watched as the albino immediately attacked a rabbit, wolfing it down like she hadn't eaten for months, right after she'd finished it, she paused just to give him a small greeting before attacking the other rabbit and finishing off the squirrel. Next time, Raziel promised himself wryly , I'll bring down an elk or a deer and drag it over to Scarlett so she could finish the whole damn thing. The pups are going to be hella fat, he thought to himself with another mental smile at the image that formed in his head.

"Morning," he said with a brief smile, replying once she had finished all the food he had brought for her. The smile remained on his face as his friend chuckled, commenting that she felt like different and felt like a beast. When she thanked him though, he simply dipped his head respectfully and answered, "It was an honor," and it was, to be able to serve the white queen of Bearclaw Valley. The smile vanished, however, when she asked if he'd heard anything about Kove and if he thought anything had happened to him.

Everyday. The same question repeated over and over again. "No, I haven't," the warrior answered too curtly to be normal, angry that his efforts at caring for her, the work that her husband should've done but he had done instead, had gone ignored. Sure, Scarlett had thanked him, but really? He was fucking doing what Kove should be doing and apparently, a thank you should be able to suffice for his work, but if it was her damnable husband doing it, he bet she would be peppering him with kisses and doing a bunch of 'good' things with him.

"If he was the man you married, then he would be fine," Raziel replied in the same curt tone, his face emptied of expression.