Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Kove was slow to arrive, joints aching and body complaining; he often wondered how his grandparents did it, assisting the pack and looking after the family well into their senior years. He found his body betraying him more often than not as of late, refusing him the ability to do that which he loved or was accustomed to—such as hunts, especially those large in scale. The hunt was already seemingly underway by the time he arrived, wolves moving after the bison—until one fell down, her words lost to the air surrounding them as he realised immediately that it was Valette.

Despite those that reached out to her, offering support and assessing her well-being, Kove rushed towards her just the same; such quick movements without properly warming up, he would surely pay for it later, but all he could think about was his daughter and ensuring her safety.

The elder looked to Arlette and Blondine both when he reached them, examining their expressions. Finally, his gaze came to rest on the wolf of focus, the fine lines of worry digging deep grooves into his face. “Are you alright?” he asked. “You shouldn’t push yourself so hard, not when it’s been so long since there’s been a proper hunt.” He let loose a long, drawn-out sigh—equal in part distress and relief. Overall, she appeared unharmed, only exhausted, but that did not ease his worrying in the slightest.