Bearclaw Valley State of Grace

Since the whelps' birth, Kove had been doing his best to stay either in the den or close to it, that way he would never be far form his family. It was hard at times, though. Several times already he'd needed to stop himself from wandering too far away, reminding himself that he needed to stay close and watch over his family—that he needed to protect his family. Protect them from the other's in the valley, especially, as he didn't want anyone coming in and trampling all over the newest generation of Apaata wolves. It was difficult, but he was slowly getting use to it. He was getting use to sticking close and watching over them, so when Scarlett decided she wanted to stretch her legs and whatnot, he was already there and happy to watch over the little lupines. He hadn't expected one to come over to him in the way that the plump female did, however. All he'd been expecting was for them to lay around or sleep, maybe whine or try to find Scarlett for food, but he'd expected wrong. The dark girl came right up to him, nosing through his fur and seemed to be trying to climb him or something. Not wanting to risk knocking her over, he kept still for a bit, but once he started to suspect what she was doing, he couldn't keep still anymore.

Carefully, Kove moved his head back a bit so he could grab the little girl gently in his maw, recalling the way he'd seen it done, and faintly how it was done to him. He moved her back a bit, setting her down between his front paws, then lowered his head some to watch her. The Inuit was unsure how he should act with the child, having never really seen a newborn up so close before. What he wanted was to take the little furball outside, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet, anyways. They were all still so small and so fragile, and not yet ready for what awaited them outside. So, for now, he settled for just looking at the little girl, wondering what exactly she might be trying to accomplish. “You are a strange child,” he commented lowly, though he knew she could not yet hear him—even if she could, she wouldn't yet be able to understand him.