Bearclaw Valley he is the bane of mortals

I just noticed that Drogon’s lil’ side blurb are lyrics from a BMTH song... (♥ω♥*)

It was during the earliest hours of that day when the Inuk had concluded his most recent of journeys, the return to his home being necessary and welcomed. Worn from his lengthy travels, he’d done little more than release a heavy stream of urine right at the valley’s entrance prior to trotting down the path and towards the river. Although winter had since left its mark on the lands, he still made his way through the water every now and again to reach the island at its center. There, even after so long, lived the very same bear with whom his mother and father had coexisted. Since his return to the valley, Alexander had spoken with the great beast only in passing, and only on rare occasions—which wasn’t the least bit intentional. In actuality, the male had been wanting to carry out a full conversation with the bear ever since he’d realised that he was still there, wanting to share his identity with him; there were a few questions, too, that he held for Arthur, but many could wait until a later date. For now, he wanted only to exchange information—specifically, who his parents were—which was sure to make for a quick and easy interaction.

At least, it would have.

A howl rang out through the valley, bouncing off its walls and creating a seemingly endless echo. Stopping in his tracks, the albino raised his head whilst his ears perked, nose being shoved up into the air. Several deep inhales didn’t reveal anything, the distance too great for his sense of smell to cross. Understanding this, he turned and started at a steady jog in the direction of the valley’s entrance, only to break into a sprint shortly thereafter. Slowing only after reaching the rough terrain leading out, he walked up the path effortlessly, spotting the source of the howl before the distance was devoured in full. Seeing the massive wolf, he took the time to draw in a breath again, though his scent was unrecognisable; the collection of smells mingling with his own suggested a pack, but none were familiar to him. In a way, that was a good thing—it meant that he definitely wasn’t from Blackfeather Woods. Knowing that, and taking into account how the male had howled instead of trespassing, his body remained relatively relaxed—as relaxed as he could be, that is, which really just translates to him not being noticeably tense.

“Who are you?” he asked, having stopped a meter or two away. “And what brought you here?” Alexander wasn’t one for subtly, often getting right to the point, no matter the situation. This encounter, of course, was no different.