Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

From his place near to Kendra, the boy had been watching the entire scene unfold. His father had left, only to return a short while later with an unknown female in tow. Curiosity had led to his gaze never leaving the gathering of wolves, watching as a life was taken and then the marks of the Brotherhood bestowed—the very same mark that he wanted. Would he, too, someday partake in the killing of another individual? Would it be required of him? Either way, excitement could be felt bubbling within his chest, but it was not for the newly appointed leaders. It was for himself, and the future that he would surely achieve.

Xan had only really paid attention to the parts that had interested him, everything else having been listened to but not actually heard. And when a howl had began, he'd waited, eyes trailing after a familiar form as she departed until his father's voice had drawn his attention back in. It was then that his own head had tilted back, joining in on the howl and pushing any thoughts relating to Kendra to the back of his mind.