Bearclaw Valley Can we start over?

Kove was losing her. It was something he'd already realized, and suspected he could not fight against. It bothered the male, made him nervous and a bit grouchy, but he'd no one to blame but himself. His own worries had forced him to keep a distance, and in the process, he'd pulled himself too far away. He was not there when he was needed, he was not there to hold her at night or watch over the children when she was tired—or, rather, he wasn't always as close as he should be. He'd started lingering around the den his family was staying in, watching over them from a distance, but getting too close was something he could not yet do. The Inuit suspected something was coming, but he could not yet face it. In the end, he knew he would accept it, he knew he would need to accept it. Her happiness was important to him, and though it pained him to think about it happening, he'd rather her be happy with another than be miserable with him. Letting out a sigh, the man started through the valley, wanting to chase something down, or just do something that would keep his mind from lingering back to the inevitable.

The ghost's legs carried him through the valley, doing his best to avoid as many puddles as he could. That didn't last long, however, as he found himself veering towards the river. There was a familiar scent on the wind, one that belonged to someone he had not seen for quite some time, and he was curious. Kove had a question or two for her, and was also interested to know where she'd gone. As her silvery form entered his line of sight, he slowed some, not wanting to risk slipping in any mud or hidden puddles. Once within speaking distance, he gave a curt nod of his head in greeting, before his copper gaze shifted over to the river. It was still at a higher level than what was wanted, but there was nothing he could do about that except for wait. Looking back to the female, he stayed standing, though his mouth parted to speak. "Rhythm," he voiced, watching her carefully. "Where have you been?" Of course, she'd been back in the valley for a bit now, but he'd been too preoccupied by his own mind to have noticed her presence until now.