Blackfeather Woods To Be Alone

Though he was excited to finally begin his training as a warrior, he also felt a hint of worry. So far, it seemed as if his father wasn’t the least bit affected by his disinterest in the older male’s trade, but whether the display was false or not was unknown. He couldn’t read him, which irritated him greatly. So while his heart raced at the thought of being taught by someone said to be good, he found his gaze drifting to his father in search of approval. A sign of some sort that meant it was perfectly fine for him to pursue his desire. If he were a human, perhaps he would have been sweating with anticipation as his eyes remained glued to the face of his dad, searching for something that meant it was okay. The elder sure took his time with thinking it over, much to Xan’s displeasure, but the second a nod was seen it seemed as if a large weight had been lifted from the pallid child’s shoulders. A quiet sigh slipped out between his teeth, before shooting a quick grin Kove’s way.

The younger shared a few final words with his father, informing the other that he had meant no offense by anything he’d said. That he’d just been answering honestly—albeit a bit brutally so. The words were accepted right away, of course, and then responded to with a simple ‘good luck’. At that, Xan nodded, then slipped away into the trees. His paws carried him after the darker wolf, determination burning bright within his chest and growing with each step taken. He was on the path to becoming the best, and there was nothing that could prevent him from accomplishing his dream.