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A child was attacked—and without any reason, no less. His jaw clenched as the information was given, deciding that the attacker would remain within his memory. Whilst he had no young children of his own back home, the newest litter of Melonii’s roamed the woods, and he felt it his duty to protect them; despite their origins, he couldn’t help but feel the same towards them as he had—and still did—Meldresi’s first litter. They existed and he was there to protect them, watch over them, and ensure that they survived through to adulthood.

When the male pointed out the direction she’d gone, he felt better about the whole ordeal. She had not gone towards the woods, no, but towards the mountains a great distance behind them. Relief swept through him, although neither his expression or body revealed it; he would still watch out for the woman, but decided that she was less of a threat now that he knew the direction she’d escaped in. “I hope you find her,” he said anyways, his disregard of the woman set aside. He wanted to ask if the male planned to kill her if she was found, curious to learn the vengeance of his pack, but opted out of questioning him further. For now, he had that answers that he needed, no longer interested in the finer details.

“I’ll keep an eye out for the woman,” the northerner added, more so as an afterthought than anything. “Make sure you kill her if you find her.” As if he needed to say that—he did so only because his mind wondered if the other male originally intended to, and he needed to ensure that he had the thought planted in his mind if not. And as the other turned to leave, Kove watched him, though no movements were made other than a slow descent back towards the earth; he would remain there in the springs for just a little while longer before returning back to the woods, watching for a wolf that may not even be around.