Blackfeather Woods Remember me?

The man's ears had shifted back upon hearing his son speak, seemingly trying to grasp at straws. Kove had always assumed Xan didn't care for his mother, that the bond between mother and son had been severed the very same day she'd walked away from them, but it began to dawn on him then that that wasn't quite the case. Angry he must have been, but now, after hearing of her death, he seemed distraught. A frown had since settled into the man's features, pulling down at the corner of his lips and causing his brow to furrow. Then came the words that were tossed back at him, the crushing of the boy's blind hopes, to which the Inuit had felt he'd needed to intervene. "Desna, there's no need to use that tone with him," he'd stated, fiery gaze never leaving her.

"Why are you so quick to leave?" he'd asked as soon as she'd said something about returning to her home. "You're alone there now, aren't you? Why don't you stay here with us, join the pack and stay for a while?" He wanted his family back together, for his children to live with him in the woods. It made sense, he believed, that they all be together. He didn't want for them to remain separated any longer.