Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

At last, it seemed as if she was tired again; he’d continue to assume that to be the reason for her less pleasant self, seeing no point in calling her out for having a personality similar to his own. Her response brought a smirk to his lips, though it disappeared just as soon as she mentioned a sister—there were two of them? He followed her gaze and soon saw a fiery coated girl come into view, who he followed with his eyes as she came up behind her sibling. He waited a moment to see if she’d say anything, or if a smile was all he’d get out of her—seemed the latter to be the case. “Your name?” he asked and waited; whether he got an answer or not, he’d look back at Laurel moments later before turning and motioning for them to follow him.

It wasn’t that he found either of them to be ugly or unattractive in any way, really. He just had no concept of flirting, wasn’t too good with words or voicing his innermost thoughts, and had a tendency to refrain from getting too attached to others—which, in his head, could start just by feeling even the slightest bit of attraction towards someone. So, he kept his opinions to himself in situations like the current, focusing instead on a task.

“The territory itself is pretty basic,” he said, gaze staying ahead of him. “There’s a forest, a river, a waterfall—nothing too spectacular, aside from the walls. They’re pretty nice.” He liked the defensive aspect of them. Alexander wasn’t too sure about how he should properly conduct a tour, so he stopped suddenly and turned towards the pair. “Do you want to see a bear?” he blurted, considering Arthur to be a pretty important part of the territory. He was definitely worth seeing when he wasn’t busy being grouchy—so catching him during his hibernation, when he couldn’t complain about all the wolves, was an ideal time to introduce others to him.