Bearclaw Valley It is time to call it quits.

The assumption made was not correct. Nowhere close, actually. She did make him happy. The feel of things had faltered and faded slightly, but just seeing her smile still caused a wave of unspoken affections to wash over him. They'd had their ups, and quite a few downs, but the way he felt towards her still remained. He'd been happy in Blackfeather, but meeting her had filled him with an entirely different sense of joy. The Inuit had fallen for her fast, but now things were coming to an end. It was almost surreal, he didn't want to believe it was happening, but he could not deny that it truly was. To do so would mean to ignore her emotions towards the matter, to ignore the despair she felt towards the idea of sticking by him. That was simply something he would, and could, not do. "You made me happier than you think," he voiced then, giving a slight shake of his head. That no longer meant anything, though. The end of it all was upon them, and he couldn't bring them back together.

Kove looked to her again as she started to speak, ears practically flat against his skull. "Maybe..." he commented, though he did not actually share her thoughts. It was obvious things had changed, that much couldn't be forgotten, but he still believed himself to love her. She was a light—no, the sun—and had pulled him from the shadows when he'd been so sure he'd never leave them. The place still called to him, and he had ties there, but her presence kept him from going back to them. For the moment, anyways. Slowly, his ears rose from against his crown, and he listened to what else she had to say. The words meant little to him, as even if she hadn't wanted it, he would have made his relation known to his children. They were his, just as much as they were hers, and the idea of them thinking anything differently was almost enough to force a glare into his eyes. Almost. He kept himself from doing so, however, and responded only with a curt nod.

As she neared him, he kept himself still, until he felt her tongue against his cheek. At the point, he pulled his head away, almost as if he'd been shocked by a charge of electricity. She made the end of their relationship harder on him with that motion alone. Reminded him of what he'd lost, and what he could not get back. There were plenty of other woman out there, yes, but pursuing anyone other than Scarlett seemed... wrong, almost. "I'm sorry we couldn't make this work," he told her, looking back to meet her eyes with his own.