Big Salmon Lake triple dipped in psycho

Only shortly after being left alone with the children had he insisted they each take a nap, curiosity having gotten the better of him. Lingering, he'd watched until all eyes had closed and each had settled their breathing, knowing from experience the signs of a false slumber. It was not until he felt satisfied with what he saw that the man had departed from the den, requested that someone watch his kids, and then began trailing after his lover. Where she had gone, he knew not, but was more than interested to find out. It was not often that they were able to spend time with one another anymore, and so seeing her leave after they'd found some time to be together was suspicious, in the very least. Though he didn't want to doubt her loyalty to him, the farther from the woods he moved, the harder it became to ignore said notion.

The scent trail had ended up leading him to a lake, one of which he could not recall having ever visited in the past; the event couldn't have been at all memorable if it turned out that he actually had, once before, laid eyes on the body of water. For why his wife had traveled there, he couldn't quite figure out, and so he'd continued forward in search of her so that he might receive some answers. Yet, before he'd the chance to reach her, the Inuk had brought himself to a sudden stop and then backed up a few steps, hiding away behind some shrubbery. Not one, but two voices had reached his ears, one belonging to Nemesis whilst the other was owned by an unknown male. It was not at all pleasing, and yet, he hadn't rushed towards them. Instead of jumping to conclusions and going on some rampage, Kove had held himself back and observed the ongoing events, wondering about where it all might lead. Perhaps he would have continued with doing so, too, had the stranger never gotten too close to the woman.

Fiery eyes narrowed into an unwavering glare as he pushed passed the greenery, revealing himself to the pair. Kove kept his head and tail raised as he stared at the other male, flashing his teeth only once as a warning was issued. “I suggest you back away from her, if one of your interests is living,” stated the Apaata, a growl having been forced back down his throat in the process. He would not wait for him to move, but would instead walk forward and, should he find an opening to do so, shove himself into the space between the pair. Never would his posture change, either, nor would he spare anything more than a quick glance at his wife. Before speaking with her, he knew that he must first get rid of the boy who'd thought it wise to approach the wife of the Inuk.