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In his youth, Kove had been quite the adventurer. All throughout the land of his familial pack had he trekked, both alone and with family members at his side. There had even been moments where he’d traveled beyond the territory and out into the unclaimed lands, though often had he been tracked down and dragged back home shortly after his departure. Never had that part of him really died, either, but it had definitely been suppressed since he’d settled into the woods. Now that his children had grown, however, he’d been given an opportunity to head out into the world again, rather than stay at home all of the time. So, one morning, he’d poked and prodded @Atshen until the boy had awoken, and then led him out of the den and over the borders. They’d headed west, passed various territories until salt could be tasted in the air. Never had he visited Teekon’s coast before, but he was not a stranger to the ocean. Rather than turning around and heading elsewhere, he’d moved slowly over the plains.

The bunches of grass that littered the earth were problematic, but, given that he had no need to move at a particularly fast pace, they had little effect on his movements. Whether or not the same could be said for the boy, he wasn’t sure, so he’d glanced over his shoulder every once in a short while to make sure that they hadn’t lost one another—although, if he were to be honest with himself, the thought of just leaving the kid somewhere had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. With a sigh—probably because he knew he couldn’t ditch Atshen—he’d stopped and looked back, then asked, “Has your mother ever talked to you about the sea?” He assumed Nemesis spent more time with the boy than he did, but wasn’t entirely sure what she might be teaching any of them.