Blackfeather Woods KNEEEEEEEEEL!

Kove observed both children, looking between them and examining their body language and actions alike. He was interested to see how they might react, as well as how their play might contribute to their growths. He was, of course, especially curious of his son, for the child had shown a sort of calculative and thoughtful nature that he’d not expected from a whelp of his age. Yet, even though the boy received the majority of his attention, he was still very much aware of Astrid and what she was doing. Thus, once she’d leapt towards his chest, he’d tilted his chin downwards. Doing so was meant to serve more so as a lesson, rather than an actual defense, given just how little damage his offspring’s teeth could actually do.