Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

As the chaos started to unfold around them, Xan’s own little ears fell back against his crown. He didn’t fully understand what was going on, or why his parents were so angry at one another. He wanted it to stop, though. The child liked playing around, he liked causing trouble, but despite all that, he found himself unable to stand what was happening before him. His mom and dad were fighting. They were actually fighting. Not physically, but their voices seemed to do just about as much damage as their teeth and claws could. He looked around at his siblings, then back and forth between his parents. Once Kove had stopped talking, he awaited to hear what the elder albino would return with, but nothing came out. Instead, when he looked at her, he saw the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. Then she said she was leaving… she was leaving! Quickly, his head spun around and he looked at the other pale wolf, wondering if he planned on going along. When he saw the elder make no movements, however, he felt his unasked question had been answered. His dad wasn’t following his mom. He wasn’t chasing after her. He was just there, standing and watching. The whelp didn’t want to think what was happening was real. He wanted to close his eyes and then wake up, only to find that it was a dream. Deep down, though, he knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Alexander was wide awake, and the only family he’d ever had was splitting apart.
 
“Don’t go…” The sound of his voice was barely above a whisper, and his eyes had grown wide. Xan didn’t want his family to fall apart, he didn’t want to not be around them. He wanted all of them, even Desna. It seemed that didn’t matter, however, because his father still made no move to follow Scarlett. The boy stayed right where he was, too, but he had switched from sitting to standing. “Don’t leave!” For the first time ever, there was a whimper mixed into his voice. He was not annoyed or angry, but sad. Sorrow was a feeling that was new to him, too, and already he wasn’t a fan. “I don’t wanna go. I don’t want you to go,” Xan shouted, a quiver clinging to the end of his sentence. Things in the valley seemed fine to him, it didn't seem like anything was wrong. Why did they have to leave? Why couldn't they stay together?