Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

Alexander has expected his sister to follow him, to head towards their father as she’d done time and time again in the past. He kept his odd eyes trained on her form, waiting for her to come over to them, but she never did. There was shift, which had him all but squirming in anticipation, but she never came over. Their mother’s voice had broke through the air, drawing the girl’s attention off of their father and straight towards the direction the others were heading in. There was, still, a brief second in which he believed she would turn right around and make her way over to them—but that moment never came. Instead, Xan was left to watch his sister chase after the rest of his family, leaving him behind. His movements stilled and a frown engraved itself into his face. “Why…?” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. The boy saw what was happening, but he still couldn’t understand why it was happening. He’d been corrected for being mean to Desna, but then his mother and sisters turned around and acted the same towards him and his dad—not really, but he felt it to be the same thing, if not worse.
 
They didn’t stop. They all kept walking, while he stood at his father’s side. His eyes started to sting, threatening him with the prospect of crying, but he somehow managed to keep them from escaping him. He didn’t know why he felt the need to cry, or what the growing ache in his chest was. Abandonment, maybe, but that was something he’d yet to learn of, nor would he agree to feeling that way even if he had. Xan still had his dad, and the rest of his family still lived. They just weren’t together any longer, and would probably never be again. That caused for a few defiant tears to escape, to which he responded by leaning his face against the elder male’s leg. Though reluctant to admit it, even to himself, Xan knew he would miss his mother and sisters, even Desna.

Last post from me.

 
When it seemed the woman had no more to say, Kove decided to close his maw and silence himself. He saw no need to further provoke her, especially after taking into consideration the damage they’d already caused. Things had been said, quite loudly, and in front of their children. Whelps who had no business in worrying over the problems between their parents. Like his son, he took to watching what was unfolding before him. He’d noticed before the interest his daughter had taken in him, how she’d act when he was around. It would often make him smile, knowing that he was liked by his children. He had a suspicion she would choose him over Scarlett, too, but noticed that would not be the case far sooner than Xan had. He’d always found children difficult to read, as they could change their minds within seconds, as well as believe all sorts of stories to be true. It made them unpredictable, for the most part, but this time he had no trouble seeing it. Before the girl had even taken her first step, he knew that it would be the last time he saw her for quite some time. How long it would be exactly, he did not know.
 
The Inuit man watched as his daughters trailed after their mother and the unknown male, while his son stayed close to his side. His ears fell back as he heard the whisper that had fallen from the boy’s mouth, but made no comment on it. Kove knew the female albino would look after them. He knew she would keep them safe, make sure they were kept well fed and healthy. He knew he didn’t need to worry about those things, and yet, he still did. He worried what would become of them, how they would grow up, and how their minds would be molded to think of him. The ghost had never wanted his children to grow up without him being in their lives, but now it was happening and he could do nothing to stop it. His attention was drawn down to the little boy beside him as he felt a small head pressing against his leg, followed by warmth. He knew what it was right away, having been in a similar situation once in the past, and did his best to comfort the younger. As he did so, his eyes drifted away to try and see his family again, a quiet sigh escaping him. Returning his full attention to Alexander, he proceeded to nudge him towards the treeline, planning to wait about a day before heading out. In the meantime, he would keep watch over his son, and hope that someday he’d see his other children again.