Wolf RPG

Things had settled for him as of late. His emotions weren't as sporadic, and he'd managed to keep himself away from prying eyes. One would think he'd departed entirely given his absence from the act of socializing, but such was not the case. He'd simply found himself a place to hide away in, and had remained there until it no longer interested him. It was then that Xan had decided to enter the "real world" once more, but even still he did not seek out the company of anyone else. He'd done his best to stick to the less traversed paths of the woods, head low in a futile attempt to go by undetected. He knew not where he was going, knowing not even where the path he trailed along would lead him, but never did he stop. The boy had continued forward, pace brisk but quiet, and his pristine coat standing out against the darkened backdrop of Blackfeather.

Eventually, Alexander had found himself outside one of the entrances to the tunnels. Never had he gone down into them before, for the key to navigating them hadn't been taught to him for a long while. Even when he'd initially questioned his father about them, the elder had been stingy with information. It'd taken time, and a bit of deal-making, before the necessary pointers had been offered up. After that encounter, however, he'd unintentionally avoided all entrances that he knew existed, until finally he'd found himself standing face-to-face (er, cave?) with one. Xan did not go in immediately, choosing to remain outside of it as he considered his options. It'd taken only a second before he was moving, but not towards the opening. He'd instead moved around it, lifting his leg a short ways off to both relieve himself and leave behind his scent. It would serve as a quick way to find it later on, as well as a message to the others: he had claimed that specific entryway as his new den. He'd been meaning to find a place for himself away from his father, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

Satisfied with his work, the Inuit rounded back to the darkened passageway, eyes straining to adjust. Within minutes, he would learn that there was no adjusting, but for the time being he remained with his front half in the darkness and his lower half sticking out, waiting for his eyes to give him the ability to see through the shadows.

After her meeting with Xan and her interest in tunnels Kendra had made it her mission to know the tunnels better. Azul the bat helped her with navigating showing her where to go. Later she could track her footsteps. Kendra had been planning to maybe replant or sample some glowing moss and maybe let them grow in other tunnels. She still had to be taught how to replant plants or even sample them. Time would come. Kendra now only used the tunnels to get from one part to the other part of the woods. It was like learning a language really. Kendra was getting pretty good at it, and if she was lost she would just howl for her bat friend.

The girl was about to exit one of the tunnels when she noticed some movements by the entrance. She flattened herself on the ground, her black coat perfectly blending in with her surroundings, outside of the light streaming in. Kendra's tail flickered. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness. Kendra didn't really felt that evil, but scaring the boy that she now recognized as Xan would be rather fun... right? She noticed his smell in the air, what made him think that he could mark this as his? Kendra might have read the reasoning of the scent wrong. She creeped forward very slowly, once she was close enough in her opinion she jumped forward. "BOOO!," she yowled out. If the male was tense it might work on him.

The realization that his eyes would never be able to see through the darkness as clearly as he saw outside of it had just started to dawn on him. It was unsettling, knowing he wouldn't be able to rely on his eyes, but that was something he could work through. Well, hopefully, anyways. His body was still made tense by that fact, legs stiff as he'd taken a step forward into the darkness. He hadn't gotten far, however, before something lurched towards him, shouting nonsense. Having been focusing on his ability to see, he'd not smelled the girl approach, and was rather taken aback by her sudden appearance. His body jolted backwards, looking almost as if a current of electricity had run through it. A growl grew from deep within his throat, an instinctual reaction to warn the threat away. Little did he know that the culprit was not a threat at all.

Xan's fur had bristled and his head lowered, ready to attack. The second he could make out the outline of the girl, though, his head rose and eyes narrowed. Why was she there? (Because of the magical summoning abilities of the tagging feature, hehe) "You're in the way," he stated, attempting to brush off what had just happened. His fur refused to lay flat and he'd just barely forced the rumbling in his throat to settle, though the reasoning was no longer present. The "threat" was gone, leaving only the small wolf there in it's place. "You can't use this exit anymore." It was added soon after, not allowing a chance for silence to settle between them. There after his legs stiffened even more and he waited for Kendra to move, not ready to risk being followed.

Kendra felt quite the victory when the older boy jumped back. Kendra het out a small hint of a smile and quirked up her lips a tiny bit. "I am not in the way," she returned. "If you are startled in the dark you shouldn't go in here," she pointed out to the male with a calm tone. There was no teasing from the girl. She was just thinking logically. She might have jumped too when something came at her from a blind spot but she wasn't going to admit that to this male. The girl frowned when the boy was being mean to her again, at least being a jerk.

The girl let out a long sigh. "Why not?," she asked, not seeing why she couldn't use this exit. She squinted her eyes slowly thinking of a plan. The last time she had just been thinking that the boy was agitated about something else but Kendra was not thinking, seeing that the boy was acting the same, that he was always like this. How unpleasant to be around. She wasn't moving from her spot, she might be smaller than him but she was still stubborn.

Perhaps it was the girl's father, or maybe just the circumstances of their meetings, but the boy often found himself unable to stand her presence. He frowned at her words, viewing it as a shot at his pride. Startled in the dark? Tch, yeah right. "I'll go wherever I want," he returned, his glare unwavering. "And I'm not scared of the dark. You came out of nowhere, I reacted how anyone else would." Didn't matter how big and bad someone might be, the second something popped out at them out of the blue, they were bound to jump even if it was only slightly. It was a normal reaction, natural even, and Xan wasn't about to be written off as fearing the dark because of it.

She questioned his statement, the tone alone irritating him. "Because I'm older and I said so," he answered, not feeling the need to give an actual explanation. He'd said not to use it anymore, so wasn't that enough? The girl did not move away, though, causing his frown to deepen and gaze to narrow even further. Not ready to let her ruin the plans he'd already made for himself, the Inuit pushed past her, caring not how rough his action might have been. He had wanted to explore the tunnels, and he was going to explore them—even if he only went a short ways in.

Kendra could only have a smug smile on her lips as the boy even tried to defend himself. He did take her words the wrong way by instantly defending himself. Kendra had just been stating a fact, logic really. She was quite familiar with the tunnels the girl was certain that she knew nothing would jump out at her. She was relaxed down there and she couldn't say the same for the white male. At least he looked tense. She let out a huff when the male was giving her no good reason to respect or listen to him. She was really not impressed with the male's behavior especially when he brushed passed her. 

It wasn't the roughness of him brushing past but it was more the fact that he didn't regard her as a being and that she was claiming that space. She squinted her eyes and then tiptoed forward. She placed he paw against the rock close to the exit and then pulled on a cluster of the mosses that littered the cave wall. A whole blanket of it came off the wet walls and draped themselves before the entrance. The whole cave system was covered in darkness only a second later. Kendra smirked and then stepped forward, not trying to be silent as she caught up with the arrogant boy. She made her way through his legs copying Xan's own behavior for disrespecting a claiming of space. If he would treat her like that then she would do the same. She was learning wolf behavior from copying others after all.

Her coat making it close to impossible to see her. "Was it a left? Or was it a right?," she stated, sounding deadly calm. The tunnel Xan came down from into the web was actually part of split and they had just walked after the big tunnel would spilt in two smaller ones. One would lead deeper into the web the other was to the exit she 'closed off'. If Xan would turn around, he would sense two air currents meaning that there were two tunnels behind him. Two ways of going with one being the exit. The trick was though, because of the huge blanket of linked mosses and their roots that was covering the exit the air current didn't work as well, making it seem like a dead end. "I could get you out... But you will have to be nice to me if that is going to happen," she stated. She could jut abandon him in the web. Oh that sounded pretty bad, she kind of liked it.

Alexander had already moved ahead, leaving him unaware of the happenings behind him. It was a nice trick, truly, but not one he would ever be able to appreciate. He'd sooner snap at her than compliment her (presently, anyways), though that is something for another time. Presently, he was focused on moving forward, each paw being carefully placed. Complete and total darkness was impossible to see through perfectly, allowing only shapes and outlines to be made out. He tried his best to not focus on that, however, for already had he been warned of that being how things were. It would remain that way, too, until they were able to get a bit deeper and find the supposed glow worms his father had told him about, or at least some dim light source.

When the girl moved between his legs, he came to an immediate stop, a scowl twisting it's way onto his face. He looked down in her direction (or at least where he believed her to be), contemplating the idea of the correcting her behavior. A quick nip couldn't hurt... right? Deciding to chance it, his head darted forward like a striking snake, aiming to land a quick nip to the nape of her neck. He knew not just how rough, or rather soft, it was supposed to be, so he inwardly shrugged it off and had it somewhere between a play bite and an aggressive bite. Whether he would succeed in hitting his mark or not was up for discussion, though, considering the fact that he was more or less shooting blindly. He had only sound to go off of, for her coat blended her in nicely, leaving a margin for error.

Kendra's question was ignored, shaken off as nothing to be concerned about. He'd left behind his scent recently enough that it'd be fresh, so that would lead him out. Well, he hoped so, at least. It helped ease his mind, too, that his father had told him of a little trick for navigating the tunnels: follow the streams. There was also the matter of following the scent of bat dung, but he wasn't familiar enough with said scent to trust himself with trailing after it. That left only the waterways which, according to Kove, would always lead out of the tunnels. Might very well force him to take a roundabout way, but at least he'd find a way out. It seemed better than the alternative, too, which he'd responded to with a snort. "Why would I be nice to you?" he returned, making his way further into the tunnels. "The only thing you have going for you is who your mom was." It was, perhaps, the only reason he wasn't as mean as he could be. "I can find a way out on my own." Maybe.

Kendra was quite confused by the words he was saying. What did it mean that the only thing she got going was her mother? Her mother was still sleeping forever. She would not return, alas that is what her father said. She actually grew quite sad for a reason. But she wasn't going to let this male make her sad. She was not going to listen to his words and let him talk her down. "Why is the only thing I've got going my mother? She isn't here anymore. I don't have a mom," she stated, but the boy probably knew that. Kendra was a feisty thing. 

She also realized that Xan didn't have a mother around here. The girl knew that the other white wolf was Xan's father. Her dad talked about him sometimes. "You don't have a mom here? Is she also sleeping forever?," she asked, not realizing that her question was quite on point. She felt more calm in the darkness, no facial expressions were revealed from both wolves, maybe hers less so. She disregarded his comment that he could get out alone. Kendra was quite possessive of her tunnels luckily they weren't used often. But she also didn't want Xan start using the web.

The question posed was one he hadn't been quick to answer, having to think his words over carefully. Why were things like that? Why did he think that way? There was a single answer made available to his mind, one he could neither deny nor refute. "Because your mom was amazing," he'd said, his time needed to think made brief. "She let me come to my real home, and she'd led this place for awhile." Perhaps he would have smiled, had it not all been in the past tense. The priestess was no longer with them, and never would be again. He hadn't known her long, but the stories shared with him by his father had made it seem as if he'd known her from birth. He missed her, truthfully, more than he did his own mother. "Just because she isn't here doesn't mean you don't have a mom," the elder child stated. "Don't say you don't have a mom, don't disregard her life like that." Had expressions been visible, his would have been unreadable. It was not neutral like the one his father usually held, but rather, it was twisted this way and that with an array of various feelings.

When the topic of conversation was directed towards his own familial matters, Xan came to a sudden stop. Confusion flooded his features, but not for the question itself. He was confused about the answer he should give, for he truly had no idea. "I don't know," he had eventually answered, starting to move once more. This time, though, his steps were far slower than before, his mind concocting scenarios. "She could be... but I don't know for sure. Even if she isn't, she's still gone and never coming back." A swirl of anger and sadness flickered through his eyes, and for once he felt grateful that the tunnels limited vision. A slow shake of his head was meant to dismiss it all, but his thoughts remained clouded. Was there even a real chance his mother had died? He wanted to think that, if it ever happened, she deserved it. It would serve as her payment for having abandoned him and his dad, karma for making a foolish choice, but... he couldn't think that way. No matter how angry he was, he found himself unable to wish her dead.

"Anyways, she doesn't matter," Xan had said quickly, shaking his head once more and picking up the pace. "She's not a good lady." He could hear the trickling of water nearby and decided to follow it. There was a place he needed to see, a little cave with the glow worms, and he wouldn't leave until he did. Honestly, even after, he wouldn't leave and never return. The Inuit had, after all, marked one of the entrances as his new den. There was no way he'd stay out of the tunnels now.

Kendra had not expected that answer. She had not known her mother but the stories about her were good. The girl had not heard many stories yet but she had no doubt that once she was older that she would get to know more of her mother. She knew that part that she led the pack with her father. Now her father was just leading it alone. She started to grasp names like 'alpha' and  'father' better than before. "I didn't mean to disre--- regard her," she spoke voice pitching a bit. "I never met her, I can't really remember her so it is hard for me to not talk about her in that way," Kendra explained to the other, feeling that they were getting somewhere with this mom topic they were currently having. "I want to be like my mother. I already learned how to make red dye and about the glowing mosses and normal mosses," she cited proudly.

Once Xan started to move she walked with him, the tunnel being big enough to walk next to him. He didn't know if his mother was sleeping forever? That was pretty sad. She listened quietly to the other, talking about his mother in a .... disregarding way. She learned that word today, how convenient. It told her that he hadn't been too happy with his own mother but he had been with hers. Why? Still she did realize something, learned from how her brother acted sometimes. "So.. You are being like this to me because you are jealous of me having my mom as a mother? Is that it? Because I would have shared my mother with you if she had been still alive," she pointed out to him, which was actually surprisingly sweet coming from the girl that tricked the pale boy before.

Kendra followed him a bit, he seemed to follow the tickling water, but those went deeper into the web to the underground lake. "You are looking for something? Because I could still show you the cool things of the web if you like that?," she offered, not sure why this male was so stubborn and ... closed off? She still had her pup like curiosity that make her more open to interact with others.

The way she'd spoken had not been meant to come off as it had, but even so he had a hard time accepting her following words. How he saw it, it didn't matter how well known a parent was by their child, just that if they were great the child accepted that fact after the parent's death. "Just don't do it again." His tone was a mix between a demand and a request, able to lean either way depending on the listening. When she spoke of wanting to be like her mom, however, he gave an amused huffed. "You'll never be like her. Even if you become a naturalist or whatever, she's someone no one can mimic." As far as he was concerned, anyways. Even if the girl was her child, that meant nothing in terms of what she could accomplish. He'd met the fallen queen's first litter and none of them were anything like Meldresi, so what would make the dark girl special? Nothing, he was sure—for the time being, anyways.

Sweet or not, the words had struck a nerve with him. It was once again that Xan had stopped himself from moving any further, only this time he also turned and lowered his head closer to the girl's, wishing to acquire a better view of her face. "Why would I be jealous of you?" It was rhetorical, but also somewhat genuine; as if he was seriously asking her why she would think that way. "I'm not jealous of anyone, I don't get jealous. I wouldn't have minded having Meldresi as a mom, but she wasn't that type of figure to me." She'd been the priestess, the queen, but never his mother. Had he arrived at a younger age, perhaps he might have imprinted on her in the sense that she would be viewed as his maternal figure in life, but that hadn't been the case at all. The boy held a deep respect for her, something that he would swear he'd been born with and would last within him no matter how many years came between him and her death. None of that was explained, though, as he'd gone back to his walking.

Alexander threw her a sidelong glance, contemplating her offer for a second or two before dismissing it entirely. He could find where he wanted to go by himself, he'd been given enough of clues. One of which, however, continued to unsettle him. "Yes, I'm looking for something. I'm not interested in seeing anything else until I find what I set out to see." The glow worms. Why he wanted to see them so badly wasn't quite known, even by him, but even so he practically felt like he needed to see them. He needed to confirm his father's tale, to see the glowing things. But to get there... "Can you swim?" Xan wasn't the greatest of swimmers. His lesson had been quick, but he knew enough to stay afloat. He didn't know if that would be enough for what he knew he had to do, but certainly hoped it would be.

Kendra looked at him with a dot raising, not very impressed by him scolding her, luckily she was protected by the darkness from most facial expressions. "Why tell me not to talk like that when you do the same to your own mother." For Kendra Xan was highly hypocritical, a word she would have used if she knew the meaning of it. She let out a long sigh when the boy instantly started to blab about that she would never be like her mother and all that. Kendra was realizing that she actually grew immensely tired from being around this male and his behavior. She couldn't get a height of it. He was constantly judging her for anything. She didn't like the energy he displayed. "I said that I want to be like her, not be her," she stated. "She was good with plants and I want to be like that too. Parts not fully," she instantly returned to him. The girl shook her head, following his motions. When he walked she walked and when he stopped she stopped.

"It just felt to me like you are," she pointed out with a light shrug. This Xan was always acting in a certain way towards her and Kendra wasn't sure if she liked it. The next time she would just mark over his mark and not be close to him. He was leeching from her with all his judgement. Apparently her mother was not a mom to him. Kendra didn't understand what he tried to say. He wasn't very clear to her at least by verbally mentioning that she was not that type of figure. What type of figure was she then? Then the boy continued his vague rant about searching something. "Well if you tell me what you are searching I can tell you where to find it." Clearly this boy didn't have a brain. Couldn't he think of asking her? Oh no because then mister high and mighty did not find it himself. Kendra was sure he was going to snap that back at her face.

This was all followed by a random question if she could swim. Kendra frowned deeply. "No, I cannot,' she returned. It had been freezing ever since she could walk, there had not been much liquid water and if there was her father didn't want them to be in the water for too long. She had encountered some streams but one of them were deep enough that she ever needed to swim. Her father had washed her in the underground lake, but she hadn't gone deep enough that swimming was necessary.

Alexander would never admit to being a hypocrite, partially because he was far too proud to admit to any faults, but mainly because he didn't actually consider himself to be one. The situations that were their lives, the issues stemming from their mothers—they were two totally different scenarios. They didn't overlap in any way, save for the fact that neither one of them would ever see their maternal figures again. They were both gone, but the circumstances surrounding their absences were different by quite a lot. "I'm allowed to talk about mine this way because she isn't a good wolf, parent, or anything," he stated, justifying his actions. "She abandoned my father and me by choice, and even stole away my sisters! She doesn't deserve to be spoken of kindly." His opinion of his mother had long since been set, leaving his heart overflowing with pure hatred. Someday, perhaps someone would be able to pull that darkness out of his chest and leave him feeling pleasant again, but for the time being it was left to fester and grow. Her latter response was more or less ignored, or maybe just brushed off, for he'd said all he'd wished to, and then some.

"Well you felt wrong," the boy returned. He couldn't possibly be jealous of her, or anyone for that matter. It simply wasn't something he was capable of; consciously, anyways. Deep down, perhaps he could feel a twinge of envy towards her, if only for the fact that she had her siblings with her still. Not just her twin, either, but her elder siblings, too (except for Potema, of course). He didn't like that, the fact that she had so many while he'd been cheated out of growing alongside his own. Such feelings were easily masked and pushed away, hidden even from himself, by his belief that they would all abandon her someday. Every last one of them would split off and go their own way, and that would be the end of it all. That very same thought had kept him from snapping at her, but only because he felt himself to know better. He knew what was coming, what would hit her in the future. So when she'd offered her assistance in locating what it was he was searching for, he did not lash out at her, but didn't accept her help, either. "I need to find it on my own," he answered, looking ahead into the darkness. "My dad gave me clues and directions, so I have to actually get there without being dragged right to it." After all, what use would he be if he couldn't even follow basic directions?

The response given concerning the matter of swimming was far from being the one he'd wanted to hear. "You better learn quickly then," Xan said, pausing briefly as his ears swiveled forward, catching the faintest of sounds in the distance. It reminded him of the waterfall in the valley, and the rush of rain during the storm so long ago, leading him to believe he was heading in the right direction. He really was following right in Kove's footsteps, though he knew not yet whether or not that would be the day he completed his little task. "We're going to have to jump into a pool of water somewhere up ahead from high up—my dad told me that was how he'd first found the glow worms." And he saw absolutely no problem with mimicking his father's past actions. After all, it'd been during his original stay in Blackfeather that the elder Inuit had done such, so it had to be okay to do.

Kendra was not convinced. She thought of Xan a hypocrite. Seeing that he was one ball of negativity she had the feeling he just looked badly at everyone. Desna was not going to feed that energy by telling him it wasn't true. She simply didn't know if that was true or not. He sounded really mad at his mother and Kendra was smart enough to know that this was a topic that she should stay far away from. She received another verbal snap at her face from the boy. She let out a sigh, getting a bit annoyed with him to be honest. The girl was getting tired form his behavior.

The girl had not really argued or returned a word to the other. Only her breathing had been present for Xan to know that she was still there. He started to talk vaguely about what he wanted to find and how he couldn't get help. Kendra was just listening to him mostly, not too impressed. Then in the end he finally revealed what he was looking after making another comment that she should learn how to swim. "But... the glow worms are the other way. Going through the water takes forever and there is a much easier route if you keep to your right up next and then take the second split to the left," she stated. There would be a whole chamber filled with them.

The younger girl sat down. Or this boy as going to be stubborn and go his own way, or he was going to listen to her for once. Either way, Kendra might got to the chamber with the glow worms just so she could study them just like she did with the moss. It wouldn't be Botany but it might link to it in the end. It would tell her more about the glowing moss perhaps.

The topic of mothers—well, more his mother—was dropped, which was one of the few things he'd found pleasing throughout the entire experience. He didn't like thinking of her, knowing of the feeling it filled him with. He had recently started learning how to understand his anger, but that did not make dealing with it any easier. So, any calming components in his life were welcomed, such as the silence that had settled between them. In the dark, his other senses seemed to be heightened, allowing him to hear nearly every breath she took. Each step felt different from the last, yet remained the same, too. He found it odd, but did not question it. He simply wished to enjoy the quietness until he was able to see the glow worms.

... but, of course, his wants were hardly ever taken into account. Xan stopped once more as the girl did, stationing himself a little ways in front of her, but not looking back. He stared ahead into the darkness, able to make out very few shapes (more like blobs). It was an option, to follow her directions, but would that be betraying his father in some way? The Inuit wasn't quite sure, thus he found his gaze trailing off into the direction he believed her to be. "We have to go this way, I think," he stated, tone uncertain. The boy had not made up his mind, not knowing yet just whose words he would follow. "My dad gave me these directions... give me a reason I should trust you over him?" He was, without a doubt, rather weary of the girl. "You could be leading me to an entirely different place, somewhere we aren't supposed to go." Perhaps it was paranoia that plagued his mind, or maybe it was just a result of his life so far. Either way, he didn't know if the word of Burke's child could be considered honourable or not.

Kendra stopped when Xan did. She watched him talk about another direction. The girl shook her head, not that it could be seen. The female let out a soft sigh at his statements. He clearly wasn't trusting her, was he? The girl sat down. "Because for the last few weeks I have been living in these tunnels and I haven't seen your father around here," she spoke to him in return. "Plus, father told me that this pack had a new name... the dark brotherhood, he also told me not to harm a pack mate since it would be bad for the pack. So if we name ourselves the brotherhood and my father is against hurting pack members then why would I give you a bad time?," she spoke. She found his reasoning not very logical. "What do you think that this pack is? Seeing that you are so distrusting," she pointed out.

Kendra pushed herself to her feet. The girl started walking in her direction. "Feel free to follow me, otherwise good luck finding the glow worms with your father's directions," she spoke feeling that the boy needed a little push, if he would resist against it then it was just his own fault being distrustful towards pack members. Then she couldn't really help him with that. He would have to take that leap of trust one day and then that wouldn't be today.

She began to explain, and he listened closely. It was important, her answer, and he was curious of it. He knew he should trust his pack mates, but his encounters with Burke in the past had him on edge. Deep down, he wanted to trust them, to let others in past his walls, but it was difficult for him to do. They had been risen so that he might better protect himself from being hurt, but in the process of doing so they had also made him lonely. Forcing him to question everyone's intentions—even the girl's, who clearly possessed not a single bad bone in her body. "I..." His mouth shut, words unable to form properly. What did he think? "I think that packs aren't forever, even this one," the boy admitted, brow furrowing. He didn't understand why he was answering her questions, or more importantly, why he was answering honestly. "I think I'm going to be left behind again, but before that... I'm going to be harmed." He did not specify whether he meant physically or emotionally, feeling as if he didn't need to.

Again, the girl began to walk, offering him one last chance to follow her. At first, he stood still, not moving in either direction. In the end, however, he found his legs moving again—and in her direction, no less. He said nothing, however, simply trailing after the sound of her footfalls. In spite of his instincts, the need to stay in control and keep himself guarded, he had taken a leap of faith. At the end of the day, he could only hope that it was water waiting for him at the end of his fall, rather than rocks.

Kendra listened to him, his answer was curious and extremely interesting. It gave her much more insight in what was happening inside of the pale male's head. Kendra was not the one that would make a fool out of him, she was more curious being that would just absorb all information for her own knowledge. She was a smart girl and if she would pay attention to the details her packets were revealing she would know them even better. She listened quietly to his words. 'Packs aren't forever'. Kendra nodded. Instead of acting childishly and calling out this pack would be forever she accepted the words he spoke. "Even if you might think that, in this moment we are pack mates whether or not this pack survives in the future. You live in the now," she commented.

When she made him decide Kendra was pleased that she heard his footsteps follow her. It felt like a success story. The girl instantly walked towards the glow worms so Xan would not have a reason to distrust her again. She kept this all to herself, not commenting further about his resentment towards his mother or his weird view on this pack, or how he was scared that he was going to be left behind or hurt again. Kendra could put a lot of effort into making him think differently but now she just gave him a little verbal nudge which for her was enough.

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