Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

Waking the boy was a simple task, as he’d proven early on to be a light sleeper. It was, more often than not, quite bothersome for him. The slightest sound had him being jerked from his sleep, usually leaving him grumpy depending on how much sleep he’d managed to get. That morning was no different, either. The touch of his mother roused him from his slumber, and the sound of her voice that followed soon after preventing him from slipping back into it. Realizing that he wouldn’t be left alone, the boy pushed himself up from his laying position, but stopped moving once he was sitting up. Slowly, his jaws parted as a yawn escaped him, and he gave a small, unconscious shake of his head to try and clear away the remnants of his sleep. Though he’d been woken up before he’d wished to be, a glare had yet to settle into his features. Instead, his expression showed his drowsiness, and yet another yawn passed through his parted mouth.
 
It took a second for his mother’s words to fully register in his head, but once they had, he perked up. Though sleep still called to him, and his eyes threatened to close back up, he forced the idea of falling back asleep away. After all, and adventure was far more exciting than sleep. Well, usually, anyways. Hearing what type of adventure they’d be going on had him a bit excited, but also slightly annoyed. A new pack? Why’d they need to visit someone else’s home? Surely, no one there would have the slightest clue as to who he was, so he didn’t really see any point in going. Then again, an adventure was still an adventure, and he was looking to travel beyond the borders. Xan was pulled from his thoughts as a tongue swept over his crown, causing him to then stand and take a step back, shaking his head in the process. The action had surprised him, as he’d been too preoccupied to notice Scarlett approaching him personally, but the surprise had quickly turned to irritation. The young Inuit wasn’t really a fan of being bathed by others.
 
The child’s jaws parted again, then, but this time it was to speak, rather than to yawn. Before he could get his first words out, however, he was cut off by the sound of his mother’s howl. It echoed through the valley, bouncing off the tall walls that surrounding them. Sometimes, he didn’t like that the valley could produce such a sound back out around them, as it prevented him from using the ‘I-didn’t-hear-you-call’ excuse. One would have to be deaf to not hear a howl that was set loose in Bearclaw. Afterwards, the elder albino brought a carcass over to him and his sisters, but he made no move to go towards it. He’d only just woken up, and was not yet hungry. So, instead, he turned his attention to Scarlett. “Why are we leaving?” he asked then, the question surely not being unexpected. Alexander was curious, and wanted to know why they would be leaving their home. The howl that had left her did not signal an adventure, but the leaving of a land. The leaving of his home.