Blackfeather Woods KNEEEEEEEEEL!

Despite the brief scuffle, the father had not risen to break them apart. It was only natural that siblings fight sometimes, and it would serve as a well taught lesson for the future. Kove watched them though, ensuring that nothing terrible happened to either of the children. Astrid had been quick to figure out a solution to her problem, it seemed, towards which he’d smiled, but said nothing. It was only once she’d pulled herself away from her brother entirely and closed the distance between herself and the Inuk that Kove said, “Good job, little one.” He’d nosed over her, assuring her that things were alright and that she could rest now, should that be what she wanted to do.

Shortly after that, Abraxas had joined them, his first act being to latch onto the Priest’s forelimb. It didn’t hurt, of course, but he’d feigned pain just for him. A whimper was forced from the male’s throat as he flinched back, acting out for the purpose of bursting his son’s confidence.