Bearclaw Valley the underdog

Though he took the other's repetition of the word he'd said as a way of mocking him, he did not act on it. It annoyed him, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Clearly, the other was not learning, which irritated Xan. Huffing, he plopped himself down on his butt, though his odd eyes did not leave the sandy boy. What was he doing? Who was he looking for? His ears perked up, something he'd learned to do when wanting to hear something better, and he listened in on what was being said. The names were odd, very odd. He wondered who they belonged to, though. Maybe, if the pale little warrior played his cards right, he could find these weirdly-named things, and they could take the mommy-thief away.

"Peeridot?" he repeated, trying out the name. If felt much more foreign on his own tongue than it had when he heard it coming from the other. "Bulder...?" Had he meant 'boulder'? Alexander was going to ask, but couldn't yet say enough words to form the question correctly. Whatever the younger meant, though, he hoped to be able to find it. No one was allowed to take his mom, or his space, so he wanted to get rid of the tiny wolf as quickly as he could.