Bearclaw Valley It is time to call it quits.

Is it bad that I'm actually kind of excited for this? Aha. Kove's gonna be interesting to play after this~

There was something nagging at him. A feeling, of sorts. It poked and prodded at his stomach, and even started laying heavily on his mind. He didn't appreciate it's presence, and wanted it gone. The only issue with getting rid of it, though, was that he couldn't locate the exact cause of it. He couldn't relieve himself of something he didn't even know was bugging him, which was unsettling, to say the least. To try and clear his mind, he'd allowed for his legs to carry him away from his usual spot near the den his family resided in, and had started wandering along through the valley. There was no set destination in mind, so for awhile he just walked aimlessly, his mind miles away from his body. He'd gone to the waterfall and found the tunnel behind it was accessible again, making a note to himself to make a section of the space more comfortable. It was high time he found a new den to stay in, since there was no way he'd be spending his nights in the one the Roman had claimed. That was, perhaps, the only thought he'd had during his walk that he could remember, which he deemed odd as he settled down in the shade of a tree. Everything that had gone through his head during his wandering, save for his note about the tunnel, had seemingly vanished without a trace. The Inuit was not given time to attempt to recall the missing ideas, either, as he was alerted to a new presence.

To the sound of steps, he looked up, copper gaze meeting the face of the woman he loved. He noticed the gleam of fresh tears in her eyes, which caused his ears to fall back. The feeling in his gut, the one he'd been able to force away temporarily, was back. It seemed far more aggressive than the last time, however, though that was probably due to his worries, and his unconscious suspicions. When a whine left her maw, he wanted to move forward and comfort her, but something told him to stay put. A distant voice in the back of his head seemed to take control of his body, preventing him from stepping forward. It allowed him to do nothing more than watch her, a mix of unknown sorrow and confusion scrawled across his face. "Scarlett," he returned, managing to get himself to stand and take a single step towards her as he spoke. One step was all his body let him do, and then he once again found himself to be practically frozen in place. "Please, do not cry, piatsuga..." While his subconscious had slowly started to piece things together, his conscious self was left in the dark. He didn't know what was happening, what the feeling was in the pit of his stomach, or why the albino was crying. All he knew that that he wanted it to stop, for the feeling to go away, and for her to wear a smile instead of a sad expression.