Bearclaw Valley Well. No turning back now.

Behind the waterfall there was a cave, the entrance hidden by the steady fall of water from above. He could not remember whether or not he’d been in there before, only that he knew of its existence; the information was likely given to him by his father, or perhaps he’d heard about it as a child by eavesdropping—he couldn’t remember, nor did it matter or affect his interest. He’d managed to get in there and was inspecting the interior when a howl reached his ears, a sound he knew he could not ignore, given the unfamiliarity and close proximity of it. Heaving a sigh, Alexander made to leave—yet, as he was moving across the rock formations that had originally granted him access, he slipped and fell right into the deep pool. Panic set in, briefly, whilst he flailed his limbs in order to pull himself away from the descending water and towards the edges of the liquid’s collection point; his attempts were successful and he was eventually back on dry land, sopping wet and mildly annoyed.

The jog-turned-sprint-turned-back-to-jog that was his journey to the borders dried his fur out a bit, but not enough. He was still noticeably soaked as he stopped at the end of the path, standing near to Reigi, but not enough for their bodies to touch. He offered both women a nod—his wife’s promotion was still so new, even to him, that Indra’s lack of submission to her didn’t quite register in his head—before turning his attention to the male; he carried the same scent as his sister and her children had, but his face and individual scent were unknown. Straightening out his posture, the assumption that something might have happened to his family members was easily made—why else would a stranger be sent to his valley?—and he asked, “Why are you here?” with vague traces of concern in his voice.