Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

Last post from me.

 
When it seemed the woman had no more to say, Kove decided to close his maw and silence himself. He saw no need to further provoke her, especially after taking into consideration the damage they’d already caused. Things had been said, quite loudly, and in front of their children. Whelps who had no business in worrying over the problems between their parents. Like his son, he took to watching what was unfolding before him. He’d noticed before the interest his daughter had taken in him, how she’d act when he was around. It would often make him smile, knowing that he was liked by his children. He had a suspicion she would choose him over Scarlett, too, but noticed that would not be the case far sooner than Xan had. He’d always found children difficult to read, as they could change their minds within seconds, as well as believe all sorts of stories to be true. It made them unpredictable, for the most part, but this time he had no trouble seeing it. Before the girl had even taken her first step, he knew that it would be the last time he saw her for quite some time. How long it would be exactly, he did not know.
 
The Inuit man watched as his daughters trailed after their mother and the unknown male, while his son stayed close to his side. His ears fell back as he heard the whisper that had fallen from the boy’s mouth, but made no comment on it. Kove knew the female albino would look after them. He knew she would keep them safe, make sure they were kept well fed and healthy. He knew he didn’t need to worry about those things, and yet, he still did. He worried what would become of them, how they would grow up, and how their minds would be molded to think of him. The ghost had never wanted his children to grow up without him being in their lives, but now it was happening and he could do nothing to stop it. His attention was drawn down to the little boy beside him as he felt a small head pressing against his leg, followed by warmth. He knew what it was right away, having been in a similar situation once in the past, and did his best to comfort the younger. As he did so, his eyes drifted away to try and see his family again, a quiet sigh escaping him. Returning his full attention to Alexander, he proceeded to nudge him towards the treeline, planning to wait about a day before heading out. In the meantime, he would keep watch over his son, and hope that someday he’d see his other children again.