Bearclaw Valley what if we rewrite the stars?

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With every day that went by, his claim over the land intensified. It was a slow process, gathering individuals that he didn’t believe would disrespect his home, but would be well worth the wait in time—he hoped. So much had happened, so many hardships and troubles, so he was more than ready to finally have something positive happen in his life. He wanted his home, he wanted his pack, his family—perhaps even a family, though the thought still unsettled him as well as made him feel as if he was only seeking to obtain that which Desna had already created for herself. She was the youngest of them, and yet, she was the only one that seemed to have gotten everything in her life in order; as far as he could tell, she was doing the best out of them all. But he was catching up, correcting all of the mayhem in his life one day at a time.

Alexander was deep in conversation with Arthur when the howl caught his attention, making him bid the bear farewell in favour of greeting his guest; the voice was familiar to him, even after so long, and the fact that it was directed at him specifically made it difficult to not tell who it was. So when he saw the varying shades of grey standing beyond the Boulder Path, he was already prepared to see her—well, he’d thought so, anyways. The realisation that he wasn’t came crashing down around him once he’d exited the valley and was standing but a few steps in front of her. He wasn’t sure what to say—what to do—or even how he should greet her. He had seen her the day he visited Desna, he knew she was back and living within their sister’s pack but… he wasn’t sure.

His lips parted as if he might say something, then closed abruptly as his mind went blank. What was wrong? For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to bring his family back together. Ever since they were separated from one another, he’d made it his goal to become the best that he could be so that he could bring them all back together again; he’d always wanted to fix his family, so what was holding him back now? Absolutely nothing. He was getting what he’d always wanted, there was no reason that he should let it slip away from him again. Realising this, only one word came to mind:

“Salutitsinik.”