Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

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It was easy for him to speak on most days, having oftentimes run his mouth when he was younger more so than any child really should. Yet, whenever the topic of family came up, he was less eager to answer. Now was no different, despite the steps that he’d taken thus far to try and fix his family; however much effort was put into it, the past could not be changed and his family would never be considered anything other than broken. “My family is... spread out,” he decided to say, finding the words to be far more simplistic than the whole story. “As for my pack, they’re still in the works.” Gathering together a collection of followers wasn’t as simple as some made it out to be, especially when the days where he wasn’t intolerable were few. No matter, his efforts would eventually prove fruitful—this he was confident of.

Alexander’s eyes never left her body as she rose, closely monitoring the girl. Once their gazes had met, however, he couldn’t help but quirk a brow. The look in her eyes was strange to him, though he tried to ignore it in favour of answering her question. “It is,” he answered, his chest having risen only slightly in response to being called a prince. “Will you accept my invitation?” Although he hadn’t necessarily intended for it to be such at first, flattery was his weakness and she said all the right words in the right sort of tone.

His eyes fell to hers, the look within them still unrecognisable. This time, however, he couldn’t ignore it and said, “Your face looks different now.” Whilst blunt, he didn’t outright demand an explanation, leaving that for her to decide whether or not it was worth it. His primary focus remained on his own question, curious to hear her answer.