Blackfeather Woods Paper Planes

Throwing this out quick~ @Nemesis

Desna's visit seemed like a distant memory, despite just how recently it'd occurred. He had been unable to think of little besides the message she'd delivered since then, replaying the words over in his head time and time again. It had come as a shock at first, but was then quick to sink in. He understood what had happened, but didn't necessarily see it as a terrible thing—as bad as that might sound. He worried more for his children and how they were dealing with it, rather than the death itself. To Kove, death was a regular thing. His parents had died early on, he was exposed to it quickly. It helped, too, that he blamed her for it. For being foolish enough to go off and leave the valley in the first place, to abandon him and her son. The stages of grief had been very, very brief for him, serving more as encouragement than anything else. Scarlett was in the past, entirely so now, and no longer would he allow for memories of the past to haunt him. His heart resided elsewhere, and he was ready to make things with her official.

Rather than patrolling along the borders and leaving it up to chance to decide whether or not he saw her, Kove moved towards the Garden of Blood and lingered on it's outer edges. There was no need to work up any courage, for he had already decided exactly what he would do. Nemesis had earned his affections, and he wanted to ensure everyone knew she was not to be touched. So, wishing not to put it off any longer, the Inuit tilted his head back and let loose a howl, requesting her sole presence.