Blackfeather Woods Bad Decision

He happened upon the pair by chance, just as his patrol was nearing its end. Both were easy to see against the snow, dark and vaguely familiar; he knew the smaller to be another of Potema’s children, whilst the other shared visual similarities with many of Blackfeather’s past. With a furrowed brow he advanced towards them, picking up on the end of Euron’s question. “What are you doing out here?” he asked the child first, glancing his way. It wasn’t long after before he was looking back towards what he assumed was a corpse, recognising it as someone he’d seen only in passing a good while ago.

The closer he looked, he noticed the rise and fall of his sides—oh, so he wasn’t dead. “Hey, get up,” he commanded. Any chances of him being wounded were disregarded, as Kove wouldn’t care if he was; he wasn’t someone of any significance to the northerner, just a potential waste of resources.