Duck Lake sweet dreams

Again had the other spoken, rather than acting. Never had Xan been particularly good at handling anything that went against him, and he’d yet to get better, even now. The tone used had only added fuel to the flame, which had ultimately resulted in the Inuk baring his teeth at the stranger. A growl had started to bubble up in the back of his throat—a warning—but he’d swallowed it back down before it’d the opportunity to finish growing. “Because,” he’d then said. “Why would I do something that I can get someone else to do for me?” He could fish just fine, as well as hunt, but why do either of those things when another could for him? His thoughts were interrupted then by another comment, which resulted in a glare being cast towards Cam.

The boy seemed to settle down, which didn’t concern Alexander in any way. It had, somehow, been a sight capable of leading his thoughts down a curious path. It was with an impish smirk that the albino then regarded him, asking, “Do you even know how to fish?” His tone was skeptical, some part of his words being serious, whilst their primary purpose was to rile the attractive—had he truly thought that? Such thoughts needed to be corrected immediately, he’d told himself—boy up. “I’d bet that the only reason you won’t fish for me is because you don’t know how,” was his final comment, the gleam of a challenge in his eyes. Whether the other might act upon his words or not, he couldn’t tell, but was interested to find out.