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By the time Kove arrived, everything was said and done.

He was slowing in his old age, each passing day reminded him of that, but today of all days was one time that he wished he could shave just a year off. As he entered the scene he picked up on the familiar, metallic scent of blood, which drifted off in the direction of a form he did not recognise—immediately, that is. Some time had passed since they’d last crossed paths, yet the retreating one became familiar to him all the same: the sea wolf, who he’d had the pleasure of conversing with but a few times in the past. Why was she here now? Did someone here owe a debt to her, just as Meldresi and her blood had?

It didn’t matter, not right now.

For now, he focused on the present: there was a wolf fleeing the scene, a child limp on the ground, and his daughter standing alone. Seeing that there were others already after the intrusive queen, Kove made his way towards Valette, gaze drifting between her and the previously flung child. He was silent the entire time, assessing and calculating the ordeal—but, most of all, there was nothing that he could think to say, nothing that may change what had happened. And while he knew that he should check on the child, see if she was merely stunned, he remained near to his daughter, offering her any support that he could provide.