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His patrolling duty had come to a complete end as Gwen’s pregnancy progressed. He was refilling caches with the speed of an entire pack on his own, snatching and grabbing and moving fowl or varmint that stuttered even remotely near him. And every few hours, the fresh catch he would nab would be brought to the den of his Queen. After the offering, he was back out, slaying the woods of the Keep’s critters. 

In such a bout, the Dark Guardian heard the breathy cry of Minori, his name passing over skittered lips in a way that provoked panick in himself as well. But smothering it, the ex-assassin kept calm. Always calm. That was the only way to complete a contract. 
The ebonian bled his gallop over the frigid floor until he crossed into Kovertol’s awakening, and Minori’s hushed screams. At first, Raziel thought the bear had attacked her- but upon closer understanding, Kovertol was just waking up. Turning to Minori, he brushed a snout against her shoulder, attempting to ease the heavily breathing woman. Fear was unbecoming for her. 

“Minori,” his motionless sea surface baritones began. “That is Kovertol- he is a member of our Family, as well. He is friendly. We have a truce. All is well.” Taking his step back, he gave her some space to breathe on her own. “He is only waking up; I’d advise you allow him his space.” 

Cry had turned a dark crown to the ebony bear, giving a nod to the ursine friend. The beast was probably hungry- he would manly note to visit soon with a few fish or some boar scraps. Possibly even lead him to the caribou he and Gwen had taken down a few days ago.