Bearclaw Valley the underdog

Xan hadn't even noticed the darker wolf at first, as the smaller child had held his attention. The sandy thing was extremely annoying, and he wanted him gone. For a moment, he contemplated ways to get rid of the other boy, but those thoughts were put on hold once he noticed the older wolf. There couldn't be a witness, because then the little ghost would get in trouble, and they'd be able to bring the cream one back. The taller wolf murmured that lame greeting to the other boy, which the pale one didn't mind too much. Even if it'd been said to him, he would have ignored it just as he had last time. It was rather bland, after all, and not worth his recognition. The other child, who had started to mock the elder child, wasn't deserving of his recognition, either. He had to pay attention to him, though, to try and silence him. Also so he could get rid of him, but he'd need to wait to do that. "Qui... quieeet," the Inuit then said, directing his words towards the noisy puppy. He wasn't too sure what it meant yet, but he'd heard it said when his siblings were being loud, so he assumed it would work.

While he was momentarily distracted, trying to work through the meaning of what he'd said, the strange one had come up and licked him. Again, he let out a growl, not caring who heard him. Xan was, once more, very annoyed, and the other boy was only making matters worse. "Ewww," he voiced, drawing the expression out. He moved forward, mouth opening as he did so, until he was close enough to chomp down on the shorter's ear. No one was allowed to lick Alexander, aside from himself, his mother, and his father. Anyone else would feel his tiny wrath.