[J] Descending into Darkness

Hadn’t felt like posting any “official” travel threads, but noticed Lusa and them had been moved to the lone wolf group and had to jump on this before all the adult spots were taken again, aha. Tagging @Meldresi since she’s the one Kove spoke with, but @Burke can pop in if you’re busy, Alisha. c: Maybe @Damien too if he wants to meet Kove at the borders?

 
In the end, it’d been just him and his son left. Scarlett had departed for who knows where with his three other children, each having decided to go on their own. He was disappointed about that, yes, but was also glad that at least one of his children had chosen him over their mother. It was bittersweet, in a sense, but was something he knew he needed to live with. And for the time being, he did. The man had stayed in the valley a bit longer after the others had gone, giving his goodbyes to the territory and allowing for the boy to collect his bearings. The elder had explained what had happened, and told of where they were going. After about a day, the two had set out, leaving the valley behind them.

The journey itself was not hard, but not easy, either. Perhaps Kove could have arrived sooner, had he been travelling alone, but he had needed to be extra cautious while leading his son. Every time the Inuit had taken a step, he’d needed to make sure the area was fine, and that Alexander was still trailing behind him. The younger’s smaller legs had also meant needing to take more breaks, as well as hunt regularly to keep his energy up. Though it had proven to be troublesome at times, the father did not complain, having still been coming down from his high of emotions. There were so many different things to feel, both negative and positive, but the ghost did his best to keep it all hidden away from the whelp. Worrying the little one would only make the journey that much more complex, which was something he didn’t want. So, for majority of the time spent trotting along, Kove would go through and teach Xan things. Telling him stories and informing him of a number of things. It kept him excited, and also made him less likely to stray away—which was definitely an added bonus.

Before the man had even noticed, the silhouette of the dark woods was before him, and his steps were quickening. Despite his relief to have finally reached the forest, he managed to keep himself from running right towards it, remembering that his son was trying to keep up. Once he’d gotten close enough, his steps came to a halt and he motioned for his son to stop as well. Without allowing himself even a breath of air, the male tipped his head back and let out a howl to Blackfeather, calling for the Dark Queen.