Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

Alexander had been trying to enjoy a nice nap, and yet he found himself unable to. That little punk his mother had brought home was, once again, making a mess of the place by digging another hole. Seriously, he didn't get what the boy liked about it. It made him look so gross when all the dirt clung to him, but then again, that meant he'd be given a bath. Of course, that solidified the young Inuit's belief that the other child was trying to steal his mother away from him. What was wrong with him? Clearly, he wasn't related to them, and he was super annoying, too, so what gave him the right to try and take the odd-eyed boy's mother away? His thoughts made his features contort into a deep frown, and his eyes narrowed in the other boy's direction. Standing, he started marching towards the younger whelp, set on making a point that his constant hole-digging was becoming quite the nuisance—as was his tendencies to steal his mom's attention at times he wanted it. The little albino only made it about halfway to his destination, however, before their birth giver entered the smelly den. He understood what she said, but wasn't really interested—well, not at first.

When the other children got up—specifically Leo—Xan was quick to turn and head towards the den's opening. There was no way he'd allow the other's to go out and do whatever it was that the adult had planned, at least not without him. It was his job to keep them in line, after all. He needed to watch them and make sure no one didn't anything he didn't like, just as most first-born's would do. So, the boy made his way out into the outside world once more, his nose instantly being assaulted by new scents. There was the scent of the fresh kill, which was similar to the regurgitated meat his mother would give him, but there was also that of the other wolves. Or, rather, one wolf. Another woman, one who shared a pale coat. She was like himself, and his mother and father, too. It interested him slightly, but not enough for her to be accepted. She was still a stranger, and probably not even that interesting. He shot her a glare, though the look was passed to his sister almost immediately after.

The girl had run up to the older wolf and started blabbering on. At first, he didn't care, until he heard the part about their 'daddies'. That was not right! The smelly wolf was not their dad, their dad was dad. He started towards them, wishing to correct his sister. "No," he stated firmly as he got closer, ignoring the older wolf's presence for the time being. "Dad is dad, not the s-szmelly." His frown deepened as he got tripped up on the last word, but decided it was good enough. Desna's words got him thinking, though. When he looked at her and the other girls, he was not met with the sight of a cloud-like colour. They did not match him, his mother, or their father. Maybe, his dad wasn't their dad... That thought annoyed him quite a bit. If that was the case, then why did his dad pay attention to them? If that's how things were, then the boy should get all the attention, not those dust-coloured liars. He looked to his mother, then, wanting to ask her about that, but another sound caught his attention instead. Xan recognized the sound as the steps of another, though they were quiet. Any softer and they probably would have gone unnoticed by his little ears, but luckily for him, that wasn't the case.

Turning his head in a new direction, he was met with the sight of his dad. His dad. Yeah, he figured it all out on his own. Kove was his dad, and then the others had the smelly wolf. Right? He found himself doubting his thoughts, an occurrence he did not like, and wished to fix that. Eventually, he planned to ask one of them about it, whether it be his mother or his father, he did not yet know. For the moment, it didn't matter—well, it wasn't that it didn't matter, it was just that he didn't think it was the most important thing at the moment. Turning away from the others entirely, he started towards the elder Inuit. The boy had his head up with a wide grin spread across his maw, and his little tail was whirling around behind him. "TikinniKet!" the child exclaimed, stumbling over the word slightly, but not really caring. He was getting better with the words his father was teaching him, and that was what counted. So far, it seemed he wasn't teaching any of the others, so maybe Kove really was just his dad. Again, he reminded himself that he'd need to ask later on. For now, though, he walked along with his dad, and even sat down beside him. He wasn't too interested in the 'surprise', since it was just another thing there for food. He'd still be fed the same way, so he didn't really care how it got to him.