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

Too bad for Raziel, but the boy had no idea what had been said to him. Separately, he knew some of the many meanings to the words, but putting them together made absolutely no sense. Sure, he could move back, but what was he suppose to get off of? He wasn't on anything, aside from the ground, and he couldn't very well get off the ground... could he? No, that was absurd. In his dreams, the boy could fly and float, but while awake his paws could not leave the ground for extended amounts of time. The silver wolf was, to put it bluntly, not very smart. He couldn't even speak and make sense at the same time! Yet he still had the nerve to try and command Xan around—it made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Brushing the elder's words off as if they were nothing, he kept walking forward. The Roman's tone should have been warning enough, but the child didn't see him as someone worth listening to. After all, he wasn't as smart as Xan.

Xan looked around the silver's large form, trying to see if there was a way to get by him. Sadly, he was much too larger. Though it wasn't something that could be helped, it didn't irritate him any less than when he'd first seen the smelly wolf's body in the way. "Go," he said once again, before switching to a new word. It took him a second to spit it out, since the word was still unfamiliar to him, and there was no way he was going to speak slowly around the adult. Alexander didn't want the other thinking that he was dumb, too. "Mooove," he eventually said, drawing out the word slightly. His patience was thin from the get-go, but the man's unwillingness to move was making it thin out even more.

Deciding Raziel was taking far too long, the boy started forward once more. If he couldn't go around the giant lupine, than he would go over him. He kept his mouth parted a bit, ready to nip at him if he tried to stop him.