Bearclaw Valley So long, Farewell

Alexander was nearby when the other male howled, allowing him to appear relatively quickly. He watched the other as the distance was closed between them, eyeing him. “What?” he asked, stopping several steps away. He was not close to the dark male, nor had he made any attempts at changing that; he’d been perfectly content with keeping exchanges between them limited, his time often required elsewhere or his patience not thick enough to deal with carrying out a conversation. For that, he did not know about the other or what his intentions were for requesting his audience, and was thus slightly interested to find out.