Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

Shooort phone post that I forgot to make the other night

When a howl had risen through the treetops, he'd considered whether or not to go simply out of habit. He'd grown used to considering the meaning for every summoning, especially when the matters seemed important. Yet, this time, he'd made up his mind quickly and followed the call, arriving after his father but before Damien had started to speak. Xan had glanced towards his family for a moment, but decided against settling beside them and had instead chosen to sit near to Kendra. The boy had refrained from getting as close as he usually would, but left the space so small that he was sure his intentions would be understood. From there, he'd sat, looking around as words were spoken with his gaze always finding its way to the current speaker.