Lost Creek Hollow What happened to that college fund?

Alexander had no set destination in mind—or, rather, he wasn’t yet ready to journey out to the places he wished for her to see. So he walked, steadily guiding her away from prying eyes whilst remaining within the territory. And as he walked, games passed through his mind, things taught to him by his own father, and his father before him, having been passed through the generations. Although, perhaps, he should have engaged her mind with one of those many ways to pass the time, he settled for what he knew best and his movements slowed. With little to no warning, the albino turned and struck out, intending to land a gentle nip on her shoulder, tail wagging; the motion struck him as odd but he tried to consciously maintain it, not wanting to give the impression that she was in trouble.