Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

To the sound of approaching steps, Xan looked back to see his father. Though he said nothing, he made sure the elder saw the silent greeting in his eyes. Then, the child turned back to his mother and awaited her reply to his question. Of course, she said nothing. Her attention seemed to have been drawn away, directly to his father. It made him huff in annoyance. He had spoken first, shouldn’t he have been answered first? Letting out a little growl, making his irritation known, he stood and moved away from the elder albino. If she was going to ignore him, then he would ignore her. Well, he’d try to, anyways. That plan was quick to fail as soon as the woman started to speak to the Inuit. Her words made Alexander's ears perk up and press forward, curiosity managing to slither into his gaze, mingling with his glare. One statement in particular stood out to him, though. It made it sound like she was going to force him, and his siblings, to go with her… Did they not get an choice on the matter? That caused his glare to deepen, essentially chasing away whatever interest had been there prior.
 
Soon after, Desna started speaking. The pale whelp tossed a glance her way, having to resist the urge to ‘shush’ her. “I’m not going,” he stated. “I’m staying here. I’m staying home.” He was stubborn, even more so for his age, but he knew what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to leave the valley, and he didn’t want his family to go, either. Plopping himself down, he made an effort to show that he was being dead serious. No one was going to make him go anywhere.