Blackfeather Woods so you run and you run to catch up with the sun

Kove nodded but said little more in regards to her injuries and the care received. Whether those of the valley now were of his blood or not, they were kind wolves, it seemed. To take in one that was not their own and care for them was something almost unheard of in recent times but, thankfully, Indra had done so for his former apprentice. Perhaps in the warmer months, when his body did not ache so badly, he would make the trek northward with the hope of meeting her—he had thanks to give, after all, for her actions.

With a small smile, he returned with, “I’m glad I stayed, too.” Had he not, he likely never would have come to know the young Melonii before him now. And whilst he couldn’t help but wonder just how different his life could have been, had things not changed between Scarlett and him or had he never left the north, he longed for those lives just a little less, knowing that he’d made even the slightest bit of an impact by staying. The woods were home, he told himself that every day, yet today was the first in a long time that he not only felt something by thinking so but believed himself wholly.

When it came time to part ways, he wished her well and offered the option to chat at any time, day or night, no matter the reason. For though he felt he could consider her his apprentice no longer, that would not prevent him from offering her words of advice when asked, or from simply being there for her. If he could better the life of anyone at this point, he hoped for it to be her—he hoped she would get all that she wanted and deserved out of life, even if that meant leaving his own.