Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

The Inuit had returned from his trip to Blackfeather quite some time ago, but had been keeping to himself. He was left uncertain of what to do with himself, and had also needed to plan out how he would get Xan away from Scarlett once the time came. The only beings he’d meet with were his children, and the encounters were often brief due to his avoidance of the albino. Even so, he made sure to check in on them often, making sure they were doing okay and not getting into too much trouble. He’d already been heading towards the rendezvous site, planning to spend some time with his children, when a howl echoed through the valley. It didn’t take a genius to decipher the message within it, and the second he realized what she’d said, his legs started carrying him at a quickened pace. She was leaving. When, he didn’t know for sure, but there was no denying that that was the message she’d set out. By the time he’d reached them, a frown was etched into his features, but that was it. The confusion swirling around within him was hidden away, leaving no real emotion visible. Even the frown, which he didn’t bother to hide, didn’t send out any negative vibes. It was just there.
 
Setting his gaze on the woman, he then looked around at their four children. Xan was up, and seemed to be confused as to what was going on. “Where are you going?” he asked, having moved his eyes back to focus on the pale female. She’d been so set on starting her own pack, once upon a time. So set on the idea of having a say in important matters, and being able to make sure there was a kind setting around her. So, for her to just up and leave, it was unexpected—though his features refused to show any reaction.