Bearclaw Valley home hunting

Alexander was not far off when the howl reached his ears. He turned away from whatever task he’d been pretending to do—he was bored at times and often meandered with some false purpose to keep busy—and headed towards the entrance of his valley instead. That the voice had a feminine lilt to it made him walk with a more relaxed posture, feeling not the least bit threatened by a female; this was reflected in the way he approached her, caution thrown to the wind as he kept his head high and body lax.

“Who are you?” he asked first, eyes drifting from her and towards the rabbit, then back again. “And what do you want?” To join, perhaps, seeing as what he assumed to be a gift was presented—or perhaps she was there to visit one of his pack members. He waited to find out.