Blackfeather Woods It's not over until we're dead and the birds are eating our eyes, eh?

Since having fallen pregnant, even less of his time than usual had been spent around the witch. He’d felt it to be his duty to ensure with everything that he could that they remained safe, if not for the future of the pack then for Meldresi. Though she hadn’t been around for a great length of time now, not a day had gone by in which he’d felt any less devoted to her, which influenced his desire to watch over both her children and her children’s children. He’d often done so by patrolling the borders, resulting in the unintentional neglect of his duties as a Conjurer. That day, however, he’d steered away from the lands beyond the pack’s claim and focused his attention inwards, trailing through the woods. His legs had carried him towards the glen, the area having become familiar to him thanks to the births of his children. There he’d found Potema, whose stomach had become considerably round, no doubt filled with plenty of life.

Rather than announcing himself, Kove had kept quiet. His gaze pursued her as she continued with what she was doing, ears perked in an attempt to catch the words falling from her lips. There he’d stood, and there he would stay until she had finished. He knew not why he had gone there, but felt more inclined to stay and watch than to leave.