Blackfeather Woods summon your inner cersei lannister

lamo reminds me of llama

When not hunting or resting, he was along the borders, patrolling them in an effort to make up for his failure. Though he'd brought back with him Qilaq—a substitute not only for the boys that they'd lost, but his daughters as well—it still weighed on him that he'd not been attentive enough to have caught the escapees. If not able to notice when others left the woods, then he'd wondered how he could be expected to catch those attempting to enter them. While he knew that he was not exactly the youngest of the pack, that only seemed to make him feel as if he should be working harder, for he'd lived longer and was therefore supposed to do more. In his life, he'd served as a guardian for quite some time, and his need to do so was heightened by the fact that his family resided within the woods. His son, his wife, and those that he'd watched grow up. To keep them safe, it was his job.

When Kove had left the borders, it had been partially because he'd needed a break in order to regain his senses, and partially because he'd wished to check up on Nemesis. To see if she needed anything, whether it be a meal or just his being there, and so he'd headed directly for the den that they'd been made to settle into. He'd moved in silence, and his arrival had been just the same, offering a brief look around of the area outside before making his way into the space. Immediately, he'd noticed both forms to be laying down, and had made a slow approach after assuming that the two of them were asleep. He'd inched along on his stomach until he was near enough to lay his head across the back of Nem's neck, saying nothing so as not to wake them.