Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

Thanks Eb! Love threading with u always

As though his voice had charmed reality, Kove materialized from the darkness not seconds after Damien had requested his presence. Kove, he replied with tones of relief and a thankful flick of his tail. It wasn't surprising to see his old friend, but after becoming conscious of Cicero's demise it was deeply relieving to see he was okay.

I am so, so sorry... that was perhaps the first time he'd said such words, or at least the first time he truly meant them. There was an air of grief all around him, strangely mixed with the relief of being back.

Kove... Is he... Is my brother truly gone? he dared ask, still feeling the need for verbal confirmation. His ears pulled back shyly in anticipation of the response he already knew.