Bearclaw Valley gentle bent by wind

Tagging for visibility.

Whereas the Priestess stationed herself near to the mouth, Alexander was deep within the heart of the valley. He’d hunted down a rabbit earlier in the day for his wife, to whom he offered it just moments after the lesser mammal met its demise; he’d been close to her whelping den at the time, making the delivery an easy one. Yet the den of his first litter was not where he was when the howl rang out through the valley, the afternoon having begun with him managing to catch two fish within the valley’s river—there would have been a third, had his second catch not been so troublesome that he’d frightened the rest of them away. No matter, he took what he had and deposited it just outside of @Laurel’s den, giving a soft whuff to alert her to the snack before he turned and sought out Poet; he’d needed to resist peeking inside of the den at the time, curious to see the children but knowing he was not yet welcome.

Xan slowed to a walk as he spotted the mysterious woman, before coming to a complete stop just within a few paces of her. “What’s up?” he asked, glancing past her for a moment to see if there was anything worth being concerned over, then settled his gaze back on her.