Lost Creek Hollow What happened to that college fund?

Most days, Alexander wandered. He did not know this land and had a hard time deciding whether or not he truly cared enough to take the time to discover it in full; at the end of the day, he was there only because it was where his family had gone and he, wanting not to repeat his childhood, stayed for them. Whether or not he was actually wanted was a matter to be discussed but, clearly, not one that he put much thought into on his own time. He knew he was not well liked, he knew he’d done some things that he could not take back, but he still wanted to remain there, if only to watch his children grow from afar. If that was all he could be given then, perhaps, he could be happy with just that alone.

Though the sound of steady footfalls told him that, that might not need to be the case. As Xan slowed, he swung his head to the side to glance over his shoulder, the sight bringing him to a full stop and encouraging him to turn. He faced his daughter with a look of curiosity, wondering what she was doing—and then who might be with her, which he confirmed to be no one after glancing past her. Somewhat satisfied by this, he closed whatever distance she had yet to and, with a friendly wave of his tail—a foreign action to him, really—aimed to try and touch his muzzle to her forehead in greeting.