Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

The instant he noticed the tears in her eyes, he regretted having opened his mouth. He regretted having spoken to her in such a manner, having not kept himself calm. His expression showed his current feelings, too, and even the fur along his back had started to smooth down. His ears remained down, however, but not out of an act of aggression. No, instead, it was due to his own shame in having used her past against her. She wasn’t a monster, he knew that. Never had he once viewed her as a monster, either. She’d always held his interest, in a positive way, and he felt horrible for having upset her. “I’m sorry…” he said quietly, only to then clamp his mouth shut. The man had enjoyed seeing her happy, it was something that made his day. Never, in all his life, had he ever wanted to be the one to cause her sorrows, to bring her pain. And yet, it seemed he’d ended up doing just that on more than one occasion.
 
Once she said she was leaving, he wanted to follow, to make things right again, but his legs refused to move. He stayed planted to the ground where he stood, watching both her and their children. She was actually leaving, and from the looks of it, so where his kids. Desna even called to each of them, trying to urge them to follow, and he expected each of them to do exactly that after what they’d just been made to witness. The only one who seemed completely uninterested in leaving was Xan, but the boy was also not happy. A smile did not claim his face, nor did a smirk or even a glare. Instead, he wore a face of emotional pain and confusion, which caused Kove’s ears to press further against his head. “If you want to go with them, you should go,” he stated, earning the boy’s attention for a brief moment. It seemed as if he was really debating it, looking back and forth between his parents. The Inuit expected him to follow his mother and sisters, but instead he’d decided to move towards the man’s legs. He was scared, the Northerner could tell that much with a single glance.
 
Slowly, he took a step in the direction Scarlett had gone. “Scarlett,” he called out, forcing his legs to carry him a bit further, his son following close behind. “I should not have said those things. I am sorry, just… please, do not keep me from seeing them until they’re adults. I do not want to miss out on their entire childhoods.” Kove was certain, by then, that all planned to follow their mother, with the exception of Alexander. He did not know what drove the boy to stay, whether it was because he truly wanted to, or simply because he was too shocked to do anything else.

This reminds me of the day dramas my great grandmother watches, jfc. /silently thanks the few I've watched with her, aha.