Blackfeather Woods this is what god did when he wanted to love you

Kove remained silent, watching her whilst keeping an ear out for the approach of any others. It was strange to him, guarding a female that was not his own; he felt a need to watch out for and protect her, though, the lands their histories could be traced back to driving him to do so. But instinct still reared its head, keeping him attentive for a number of reasons, even if he only intended to act on one.

“Come out of the water,” he found himself saying, noticing her move further. “It’s cold.” Which, honestly, likely didn’t matter to either of them—but he was concerned for her.