Blackfeather Woods A Corpse in My Bed

Short post sorry!

Recalling the tale Xan had so dramatically fed her, she nodded remembering something about the name of the creature. "Yes, that sounds about right" She frowned, even the name sounded fake with a capital F. Yet, she had to remember who was to blame. It was Xan's doing and not Kove. Even though better instruction and discipline could have been done better on the male's part, his son's actions were not his own. 

"It's fine, really" She shrugged, losing the whole demeanor of erratic blaming. "Not that I necessarily bought the whole thing, but he was convincing. He'll make a fine Chronicler one day". She wanted to advise Kove about counseling Xan more, teaching him what was and was not okay to before the boy tried pulling something on others who would hesitate to teach him a lesson. Burke, per say. 

But it wasn't her place to comment about their lives or his fatherly duties, for she had never experienced any kind of child care nor cared for herself. For all the knew, Kove was doing an excellent job.. by himself. That part worried her. All kids needed a mom, no matter how 'tough' they were. It was inevitable to desire a mother or even a mother figure. She could only hope Xan wouldn't go off the rails one day and do something that really mattered. Her, as her own example.