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So long had passed since he’d last taken up residence in the north and, though he was not as far as his heart longed to go, he was content. The circumstances surrounding their temporary relocation were anything but pleasant but, in spite of this, he was not entirely upset by their region of choice. Angered by their loss, perhaps, and even saddened by those that were not able to escape with them, yes, but healing and growing to understand at the same time. Understand that, although they had lost, they were still together—they remained as the wolves of Blackfeather Woods, even though their current base of operations was so far from the forest itself. But they would return—soon, he believed, he could feel it.

Yet, for the time being, he carried on with his usual duties—between allowing his wounds the time needed to heal, of course. Already had the Inuk been heading towards the outskirts of the territory when a howl echoed off its walls, catching his attention. In a matter of seconds, he was alert and on guard, the memories of the war still fresh in his head and prohibiting him from recognising the caller. So he ran—he ran as fast as his legs would allow him to go, easily closing the distance between himself and their guest in record time. Kove was ready to attack, prepared to spill blood and further defend his family from the threat of their enemies—but the face he saw was an entirely different enemy, a traitor that had abandoned the woods and her family.

Maintaining a decent distance between them, the northerner slowed to a stop whilst staring her down. A mass of emotions hit him all at once, nearly winding the man as he stared into the face of his once-lover—but she was his wife no longer, solely a traitor to the woods and to him. He reminded himself of these things, of the troubles in their marriage and the eventual end of their relationship. Kove did not allow for himself to forget any of these things, especially not now, when she was standing right across from him.

“Our change in locations doesn’t mean your actions have been forgotten or your crimes forgiven,” was the first thing to leave his mouth, devoid of all emotion, just as if he were talking to a total stranger. “But you should know that, shouldn’t you? So then why are you here?” For so long now, she’d stayed away, so why return now? What game was she playing at? Whatever the answers, they did not matter, he came to realise—for he would not be partaking in her little game, either way.