Blackfeather Woods Bad Decision

Up rose the obsidian creature, a stain splayed across the snow no longer. Kove watched his movements, the stumbling noted and the metallic scent in the air concerning; he did not worry for the health of the male, viewing him now as nothing more than a potential waste of resources. He glanced towards the child, then, his reason for being there successfully grabbing the man’s attention. Waving his muzzle slowly, he motioned for Euron to come closer before whispering, “Maybe you can still have it.” The last word had hardly made its way out of his mouth when he looked back towards Nightstar, unimpressed.

“What’s your reason for coming here?” he asked, choosing to not add in a back. Although he would swear on his life that he’d seen him in passing within the woods some time ago, the possibility that he hadn’t made him more careful with his wording.