Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

Alexander has expected his sister to follow him, to head towards their father as she’d done time and time again in the past. He kept his odd eyes trained on her form, waiting for her to come over to them, but she never did. There was shift, which had him all but squirming in anticipation, but she never came over. Their mother’s voice had broke through the air, drawing the girl’s attention off of their father and straight towards the direction the others were heading in. There was, still, a brief second in which he believed she would turn right around and make her way over to them—but that moment never came. Instead, Xan was left to watch his sister chase after the rest of his family, leaving him behind. His movements stilled and a frown engraved itself into his face. “Why…?” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. The boy saw what was happening, but he still couldn’t understand why it was happening. He’d been corrected for being mean to Desna, but then his mother and sisters turned around and acted the same towards him and his dad—not really, but he felt it to be the same thing, if not worse.
 
They didn’t stop. They all kept walking, while he stood at his father’s side. His eyes started to sting, threatening him with the prospect of crying, but he somehow managed to keep them from escaping him. He didn’t know why he felt the need to cry, or what the growing ache in his chest was. Abandonment, maybe, but that was something he’d yet to learn of, nor would he agree to feeling that way even if he had. Xan still had his dad, and the rest of his family still lived. They just weren’t together any longer, and would probably never be again. That caused for a few defiant tears to escape, to which he responded by leaning his face against the elder male’s leg. Though reluctant to admit it, even to himself, Xan knew he would miss his mother and sisters, even Desna.