Bearclaw Valley Cocoa butter beach blonde

Cameo unless @Laurel or @Indra intercept and say otherwise.

With a rabbit hanging limply from his jaws, held loosely and swaying, Alexander found himself heading towards Laurel’s whelping den. He moved at a steady trot, easing down from his earlier sprint into an eventual walk, steps slow as he approached the mouth of the den. He glanced around, curious, before dropping the carcass there at the entrance. He was prepared to turn and take his leave immediately, as was the usual, when he heard one of the children squeal and just he stopped. With his ears shoved forward and head tilted ever so slightly, Xan looked back towards the entrance and tried to peer inside—but didn’t quite manage a good enough look before he pulled himself away and spun around, head shaking in the process, fully intending to get away before being noticed.