Blackfeather Woods Bored Loner

Before the loner had been given a chance to speak, there came passed him a familiar shadow. His wife had looked at him with displeasure in her gaze, and her reasoning was understood. The woman had entered their land without having been given the right to do so, thus making her a target. She should not have been permitted to speak, or have even been spoken to, but she had and there was nothing that could change that. All the male could do was focus on what was to come next, and, this time, respond accordingly. There had come with the arrival of his lover a great deal of encouragement to act rather than speak, for behind her form had one of their sons trailed. Even though he’d plopped down away from the action, he was still close enough for his safety to be worried over, and so the father had moved slowly to better shield his son; it didn’t appear as if the stranger might attack—mostly due to the fact that she was working to avoid Nemesis—but one could never be too careful when the lives of their children were at stake.

Back over the threshold of the woodland had the intruder gone, but it was not enough. A low growl was emitted from the back of his throat in response to her words, her alleged intentions meaning nothing to him. She was a fool to have crossed into their forest, and then deemed herself as unable to be repaired when she’d offered some poor excuse for her misdoings. It was easy to agree with the older male’s words, though Kove remained silent. He’d waited a second, perhaps even gave her a chance to utter some more nonsense, before his patience ran out. When that had happened, it was at last he’d spoken, a command on his tongue. “You will leave now, and you will never come back,” he’d stated, each word having been supported by another step forward. Should she speak out again, the Inuit would take immediate action; there was some part of him, the hunter inside, that hoped she’d mouth off and give him a reason to turn her into his prey.