Blackfeather Woods KNEEEEEEEEEL!

The focus previously placed on the father had been towed away, the children having decided to target one another instead. He’d not stepped in, leaving them to figure things out for themselves. Should it escalate beyond mere play, then he’d definitely separate them, but he’d yet to be given a reason to do so. Although a yelp had erupted from the girl, he’d not seen any blood, and so he’d held himself back despite having wanted to intercept them. It’d proven to be the best course of action, too, as they’d quickly worked things over. Before long, he’d found himself watching the retreating form of his son. Should Astrid have not trailed after him, the Inuk would nose her over and say, “Good girl.” Of course, he wanted his children to get along, but he didn’t want them walking all over one another. His father would, without a doubt, roll over in his grave if Kove ever allowed such a thing.