Bearclaw Valley So It's Everyone Changing, Never Be the Same

Truthfully, he hadn't expected to be greeted, or even hear back from anyone. The disappearing act he'd pulled, along with leaving the alpha duties to his lover alone, was not a good thing. He hadn't been able to help himself, though, and hoped that Scarlett—as well as everyone else—would understand why he had needed to go. The albino may not have a good relationship with her blood family, but the bond between the Inuits and their families were exceptionally strong, and that bond was what had driven him. Sure, he had children on the way, but they were not yet of the same world as him. They were still growing and readying themselves to be born, whereas his sister had already been born long ago, allegedly died, and was then sort of revived. It was like a miracle, to him, but also made him wonder why he'd been bestowed with such a gift. Perhaps it was just a simple stroke of dumb luck, or maybe there was more to it. Eventually, he would look into it, try to piece together what had happened and how she had survived, but how now his mind was drawn back to present day as he heard a howl but through the air. It was a response to his, from the woman he suspected would be the most upset with him. What he'd done had not been what he'd promise he would do at the beginning. Kove had said he would be their to look after her and protect her, but he'd done neither of those things. Instead, he'd run off, going farther than he would admit to anyone else that he had.

The ghost let his legs carry him through the valley, following the direction from which Scarlett's answer had sounded. It came from the area he knew their den to be, and as he drew closer he could see why she had not come to him. Her stomach had rounded out considerably since he'd last seen her, leaving him momentarily confused and worried. Confused as to how she could move at all, and worried over how much strain it must be putting on her. Even still, she looked much better than he did. The red print on his shoulder had faded quite a bit, and his fur had gone without being properly groomed during his entire trip back to Bearclaw. He'd been too focused on returning to pay much attention to his appearance. Though looking a bit worse for wear, he was still in good health and had managed to make the long journey with little to no complications. Kove moved towards her, hesitant at first over how she might react, but got over it quicker than usual and closed the distance between them. The first thing he did was nudge her cheek gently with his cold nose, before pulling his head back only enough to look at her face. “Patjalotik,” the man murmured, offering her a smile as he met her gaze, and momentarily forgetting he was no longer with those of his birth place. Once he realized what he had said was not in the common tongue, he gave a gentle shake to his head before looking to her face once more. “I missed you,” he said, this time in a way that she would understand.