Bearclaw Valley dreamin' again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea

Xan is hanging back and watching for now—feel free to skip me!

As the howl echoed off the valley’s walls, Alexander was drawn towards the entrance. His pace was steady and slowed further as he came upon the two of them, refraining from pushing his way to the forefront of the exchange; he did not view Laurel as being greater than himself, nor would he ever submit to her. He was, however, curious about what she would do. Would she accept the male or cast him away, listen to or ignore him? Without a word, the male settled back and simply watched, head held high but body language suggesting that he had no intentions of stepping forward.