Bearclaw Valley I’ll confront and fight for the souls in this street, whoa

Minor PPing by having Raz guarding the entrance. I can edit if you'd like. @Raziel

After his encounter with the sand-coloured boy, Xan was left rather wired. He still wanted to get rid of the other, but for some reason there was always someone guarding the entrance—which also happened to be the only exit that he knew about. Who did they think they were? Keeping him from going as he pleased. The boy wanted out, and this time, he was set on getting exactly what he wanted. He didn't bother crawling on his stomach as he'd done last time. No, he stood right up and started marching in the direction he knew the entrance to be, but came to a halt when he saw someone there. Not just anyone, either, but the silver wolf who brought in those smelly plants. He didn't like him because of that, and also because he felt the elder got too close to his mother. She was Alexander's caretaker, not his, and he didn't want him trying to steal her away. Half the time he didn't even want his siblings near their mother when he wanted to be with her, and he certainly didn't want the new, smaller lupine around her, either.

The young Inuit stood still, allowing a few moments to pass by. His gaze stayed focused on the larger male, eyes narrowing more and more as time went by. The wolf himself smelled bad, too, just like the weeds that were around the den. "Go," he suddenly said, using his second favourite word for nearly the millionth time. Seriously, he was starting to get tired of having to use it. Why didn't anyone seem to realize that they were in his way?