Blackfeather Woods Wires

Here we go!
Xan's first attack is a miss lmao of course

Met with bitter words, his hackles raised and he stared the woman down. In his eyes, she'd stolen his meal and he was just reclaiming that which had been taken from him. Cyn was the "bad guy", so to speak, and the boy wasn't about to let her get away with such crude actions. He met her growl with one of his own, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat before he opened his maw to set it free into the air. Flashing his teeth at her, his ears fell back and it took every bit of willpower he possessed to keep from scoffing at her words. "Annaligiak," the boy countered, slipping into the tongue of his people. Though born in Teekon, there was no denying his Inuit roots, and he'd use the language as often as he pleased—especially since he'd learned that it often angers others more, for they've no idea what he's saying.

"You stole it from me!" he exclaimed, a growl lingering on the edge of his words. "Tilliguk." With that, Xan's slimmer frame lurched forwards, paws outstretched towards the woman and jaw opened wide. His goal was to latch onto her muzzle—to correct her behavior—but little did he know that he would not hit his mark.