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The man gave a nod of his head in response to her 'thanks', taking note to the fact that she had relaxed. She wished to change the subject of conversation to Scarlett, which he was perfectly fine with. He was informed of how they light grey woman had met her, and what they did during their meeting. Remembering how he had met her was something he would always be able to do, even when he was old and frail. “We met at a creek, and I helped her find her way back home,” Kove told her, still glad he'd been able to help. Little did he know back then that he'd be so attached to her now, but that was what happened. The were close to being exact opposites, and for some reason that drew him in. He was following in his grandfathers pawsteps, in a way, but all he could see himself doing was following his emotions. “I've met with her on several occasions, one of which I was able to save her from a cougar.”

Kove had entered his own world of experiences with the crimson eyed woman, all of which he found to be great. From the moment they met to the last time they saw one another, the memories were clear in his mind and he was glad to have them. Giving them up was an impossible thing, and even if it was possible, he would not give them up for anything in the world. Even the lives of his sisters, whose souls where in the stars, was not worth trading for the memories he shared with Scarlett.