Blackfeather Woods Making my rounds

The male had been spending many of his days alone, going about his business and tending to that which he had a responsibility towards. Xan had moved out of the den, insisting it to be time for him to find a place of his own, which had stirred awake some bothersome thoughts. His son would be reaching adulthood soon, meaning his daughters would be as well. Time had flown right by, and it unsettled him knowing that they'd grown up without him in their lives. Did they ever think of him? Wonder where he was? Or, perhaps, had they acquired a new paternal figure already? Scarlett had been one to attract others, he'd known that from the start, so it didn't seem too far-fetched that she would have taken on a new lover already. Little did he know, however, that doing so was no longer a possibility for her.

When a howl rang out, Kove's ears perked up and his head raised from the trail he'd been sniffing at, glancing over the surrounding area for a quick second. Someone was summoning damn near the entire pack, but it wasn't someone belonging to the leading tier. In truth, he knew not the voice or it's owner by name, as she'd never done anything to acquire his attention. Nevertheless, he began at an even pace towards it, if only for the chance at catching Nemesis. He knew that she, too, had been summoned, which gave him a good reason to see her (not that he felt he needed one).

Upon his arrival, the Inuit remained silent, having just barely caught the end of the question asked. His eyes lingered on the strange objects for a moment, uncertain of what they were, before turning his attention to Nemesis. Actually, his main focus was her, but he was also attentive towards the others. He, too, wanted to know of what the objects were, as well as who else would arrive.