Blackfeather Woods Sink in the river the lessons I learned

Just as he'd had done for any other, Xan had expected for the boy to understand that he was not welcome there after having been tossed away. Yet, to his disbelief, the message hadn't been gotten across—again! Rather, after a brief moment of pause, the male's tail had started wagging. Was he enjoying this? It was something that couldn't be believed, a true demonstration of how unintelligent the unknown specimen was. It put the elder wolf at a loss for what he might do and how the situation might be approached next, for he'd never before encountered someone quite like Seff. A resilient little bugger, he was, literally bouncing back right after having been sent away. It was one of the many things that the Inuit couldn't stand.

First, there was laughter, which had quickly been followed-up by movement. This time, he'd managed to slip by, but wasn't permitted to get very far. The moment Xan had realized his mistake, he'd spun around and sprang forth towards the tawny whelp. It'd taken him a few tries, but eventually he had been successful in getting the other beneath him. At first, he'd only hovered there, staring down at the other with a glare that was reluctant to abandon his gaze. Then, however, he'd let his own body fall towards the cave's floor, fully intending to trap the pipsqueak beneath his weight. It was there that he'd stay, too, wondering if there existed any other ways to get the kid to listen to him; perhaps he felt towards Seff the same way as Damien felt towards him, though rare would it be for him to ever understand that.

"Are you ready to listen yet?" asked the pallid being, growing more and more frustrated by the second. Seff had already made his ability to speak known, and so there was no way he could be allowed to go any deeper into the darkness. Adonis could not be found there, if only to keep Xan's hide fully intact.