Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

The adults continued their little skirmish, meanwhile the children were left to watch it all unfold before their eyes. Xan tried to catch as many of the words as he could, but at times the voices were just too quick, leaving him with even more confusion. He could hear the words Desna would pass to Sesi, but they seemed like nothing compared to what was going on between their parents. Just a squeak in the background of a grand show. For most of the time, his ears stayed pinned against his cranium, unable to ignore the waves of emotion rolling off the two pale figures. He didn’t like it one bit, and was happy when things started to calm slightly. His ears popped up when he heard his father’s voice. Their father loved them, he would protect them. That wasn’t something he didn’t know already, but he did enjoy hearing it. What set him back, however, was what Kove had said about the elder albino. She would lie to them? That was something he didn’t like.
 
Hesitantly, the boy started walking closer to his dad, nudging Nanook as he went passed her. She was his favourite, and had been since her display at the feast. He didn’t know what she planned to do as she continued to sit in place, but he knew what he was doing. While he would miss his family being a whole, he couldn’t not go with his dad. Xan looked up to the elder Inuit, and he swore to protect them. Scarlett hadn’t done that, as far as he knew. In his mind, all she’d done was correct him and let Raziel near him. He never liked the smelly wolf or his home, and had been happy when they’d all left. That was the only request of his that the woman had honoured, and he knew for sure he didn’t want to be in a place where his voice would be ignored. Without a second thought, the boy approached his father and stood beside him, ears back as he looked from his mother to his sisters.