Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

party time lmaooo

Alexander was not near the borders when the howl echoed through his valley. He’d wandered onto the small island at the river’s center, where he easily found Arthur’s den—and was then disappointed, having found the bear to still be sleeping. He wanted to speak to him, ask him why he even slept for so long, but would have to wait—both because he was still asleep and because someone was at his borders. Abandoning the island, he made his way towards the valley’s entrance, posture bold and pristine even before he’d spotted the collection of wolves.

He looked first to his wife, unsettled by her being there, and then to Indra before settling on the stranger. Closing the distance between himself and them, he placed himself a few short paces in ahead of the girls’ locations, asserting himself as the leader whilst also making sure that he could attack first if need be. “Who are you?” he asked, oblivious to Indra’s given question; he hadn’t been there, the words having not reached his ears.