Meadowlark Prairie Surprise!

Against his wishes, Nemesis had gone away, wandering what he had assumed to be the territory. He had stayed back, watching over Qilaq and ensuring that she did not get into too much trouble, trusting that his lover would be fine on her own. Still, he'd worried for her, and so he'd set out to find her once the child had settled down for a nap. Of course, he'd followed the most recent trail of her scent, leading him to the borders and causing a frown to take hold of his features. His pace was increased immediately, wishing to find her before there came any chance of something bad happening. He'd learned long ago that they were not a favoured pack, as well as that the borders of any pack could be a dangerous location. Fearing for her safety, as well as the well-being of their unborn children, he knew that he needed to find her as quickly as possible and escort her home. No longer would he leave her to wander by her lonesome, for surely her doings if left alone would be the death of him.

To both his shock and worry, the trail lead out beyond the safety of the woods, over the borders and towards the west. She'd left on her own, neared the borders, and had then crossed them—it was certain, now, that he would never allow for her to stray too far out of his sight. She had more than just herself to think about now, but he'd felt almost as if she'd either yet to realize that, or simply wasn't convinced of how traumatic her actions could be to the children within. No matter, he'd gone forward, moving at a steady jog so as not to lose her scent. Eventually, though, the smell that he knew so well was no longer needed, for a howl had broken the silence around him. It was Nemesis, he knew, and she'd called for him. In an instant, he'd taken off running, adrenaline fueling his movements and making his muscles work harder than usual as he'd feared the worse might have happen.

Once he'd arrived on the scene, he'd moved to Nemesis' side right away, running his nose through the fur along her shoulder until her neck was reached, unashamed to show her affections whilst also inspecting her. When no wounds were found, he'd regarded the strangers there with her, the female of the pair being someone that his mate seemed familiar with. The male, however, was quickly cut off from viewing the darkest of the sisters in any way, for she was the Inuit's priority. The expression that he wore was unreadable, appearing calm, for he'd grown accustomed to handling the display of emotions long ago. "Why did you come all the way out here?" he'd questioned, words directed at his lover, though his gaze did not stray from the unknown male. "Has he done anything to offend you? Hurt you?" Even if she were to lie, to spin a tale of how the strange boy had attacked her despite there being no wounds upon her body, he'd act based on her word. Kove was not against tearing into the flesh of another if it meant protecting his family or defending their honour, and so he'd waited to hear back from Nem, desiring whatever story she felt like sharing with him.