Morgeth was once the love of Kozgugore's life. She had a fierce will of her own and arguably a foul attitude for one who was meant to serve as an example to the entire rest of a tribe, but nonetheless he respected her and held her dear. She gifted him with three children, all of which he still deeply cares for, even if he's forced to be apart from them by a great distance, and in each of them he can still find and recognize a part of her own being and personality. She herself however, has been ripped far away from his own mind and touch. For years, he has searched for her and hoped to find signs of her, but after her unannounced departure, there's simply no place for Kozgugore to even know where to begin searching. She is well and truly gone in his eyes, either dead or taken by the demons that pulled at her for so long, and he hates her for it. All that love he has felt for her has turned into sheer, naive hatred, for leaving him like that and leaving not a single track for him to follow. Every time he thinks back of her, he tries to recall all the good and precious times. But every single good thought is eventually doomed to branch off, leading him to the dark and forlorn conclusion that she has abandoned him for good. Once, it was a thought that nipped at his thoughts, breeding despair within him. But in more recent times, he has begun to try and accept to live with the ghosts of his past. And perhaps, just perhaps, there's the chance he could at least crack a small smile at a long forgotten memory of hers, in between all that bitterness. And if not that, there are still his children, should he ever see them again, that would at least remind him of good times long gone, and giving him a renewed purpose to keep on fighting, no matter how alone he himself might ever end up becoming.