Bearclaw Valley heavy on your heart

Alexander was just returning from a short trip along the exterior walls when he saw a hare shoot out in front of him. Seeing no reason to turn down a snack, he took off after it, and the rabbit was eventually hanging limply between his jaws. He decided against eating it right there and instead proceeded deeper into the valley, leading him to stumble across Laurel. He hadn’t seen her slip up nor heard her curse, but the sight of the snow scattered and her standing there left little up to imagination; she’d had a run in with something, he was sure, though the scent was distinctly not wolf and she didn’t appear to be hurt, so he didn’t look much further into it.

Dropping the hare down in front of him, he looked her over before asking, “Are you okay?” Although she didn’t seem hurt—her pride aside, perhaps—he still felt inclined to ask, just in case. He was driven, too, by the memory of their last encounter. He had not seen her since then, though the avoidance wasn’t the least bit intentional. He’d been caught up in other matters, time taken by wolves and event in need of being sorted out—but now that he’d come across her, he didn’t intend to just leave.