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

How Xan thinks he looks vs. How Xan actually looks

Xan had been enjoying himself at first, certain that the other was learning who was in charge. That changed, however, when he realized there wasn't any noise coming form the elder. He wasn't yipping or complaining as the lion-boy had done, he was just lying there as if nothing was going on. Huffing, the young Inuit stopped and took a few steps back, staring daggers up at the silver male. He almost felt bad for the other, since he was obviously incapable of seeing the threat before him. Quickly, though, those faint feelings were subdued. He was a giant, and yet he couldn't see a threat when the pale child presented himself. The boy's mind quickly worked it so that, due to the elder's size, he had no excuse for why he couldn't see the completely non-threatening boy as the danger he was.

An idea slowly started to weasel it's way into the child's mind, then. Going at the silver wolf head-on wasn't going so well, so he thought back to what he'd done to Leo. Biting and yanking the younger's ear had given him some good results, so he wonder if the same thing would work on the Roman. His two-coloured eyes worked their way up Raziel's form, not stopping until he'd locked onto his ears. They were significantly higher from the ground than the little lion's had been, but Xan wasn't one to give up easily. At times, his determination could prove to be a good thing, but given the current situation, he'd probably be better off without it. No matter, the boy took a few steps backwards, before running forward and launching himself onto the elder. Of course, his little jump didn't get him much farther than it would have without the running start, but to him it made all the difference.

The boy made no move to try and get over to the other side of the Roman. In fact, his want to go outside had, once again, been temporarily forgotten thanks to his strong sense of pride. It was almost as if he needed to make sure that Raziel knew he wasn't a kid to be messed with or laughed at, though it was difficult not to find humor in his behavior. Especially as Xan started to, quite literally, climb up the older wolf. He was going to reach those ears, and he was going to bite down on them as hard as his little jaws would allow, and no amount of times being tossed off could stop him.